After a long day at work, it was Namita’s time to finally unwind. She had been looking forward to this day ever since the boys had announced that they were going to be away for the weekend with their father.
The past couple of months had drained her out and she longed to get away from everything familiar and known. Overworked, tired and exhausted, she so desperately needed to replenish herself again.
“Being a burnt-out mom is not only bad for you, but it’s also bad for the people around you”, Namita mumbled under her breath.
Being a mom was like running a marathon. She could see how tiring it was getting lately—her life was at a point where she could stare at the work awaiting her, where she’d throw her hands in despair, shouting “I quit”. Too much to do and always, too little time for oneself.
That was when she felt like reaching out to that bottle that she had tucked away from prying eyes. Maybe, cracking open that bottle of vino was all that she needed at the end of the day—to drown away the blues that was coming over fast and clouding her mind.
The next morning, as Namita opened her eyes she found herself on the floor, with an empty bottle of Pinot Noir next to her, and a vague recollection of the night before. One too many, as it turned out, but who cared.
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