What is it with Moms and wine? I’ve always enjoyed wine. But since I’ve become a Mom, me and wine are kind of tight. We used to buy a bottle here and there for when we had dinner parties or a special occasion. Maybe we’d treat ourselves in a restaurant. But now, I have a rack in the basement. Well, actually we have (ahem) two racks. I keep bottles of sauvignon blanc in the fridge; one open and one ready to open. We have nice bottles we save for that aforementioned special occasion but now we keep “everyday wine” in the house. Do we have a problem? And what is the correlation with the arrival of our kids on the scene?
Lets think about this. We all know that Moms + Wine is a thing. Its a running gag. A joke. Moms like wine. Moms need wine to cope. I don’t think that I need wine more now that I’ve had kids (well, maybe a little more….) but I can say that I like it more. Did this love affair kick in when my kids were born and I was nursing so I couldn’t very well jump right back into scotch on the rocks territory? Was that it? Its like booze light. You’re practically encouraged to indulge in a glass of wine or two while you’re breastfeeding.
There is always the intimation that Moms need wine to cope with all the sh*t (figuratively AND literally) that their kids throw at them. I wouldn’t say that I need wine to dull the senses from kid-related trauma as much as it is a nice treat at the end of a long day of wearing so many hats and juggling so many people that need your undivided attention. Its like going for a pedicure, except for the fact that you enjoy it sitting at your kitchen table and no one will rub your feet.
I’ve grown so accustomed to that lovely glass of wine at the end of a long day that on a recent business trip in NYC very late one night, I was ready for a glass of wine. The hotel we were at was under receivership or up for sale or some other such nonsense and the hotel bar was closed. I found myself in a greasy pizza take out joint in the Village and lo and behold in the cooler next to the diet coke were tiny little bottles of the sh*ttiest pinot grigio one could find. I squealed when I saw it! I took a little mini-bottle to the cashier along with my contraband full gluten/ all dairy/ full grease NYC cheese pizza 1am dinner only to be completely denied!
“Sorry Ma’am” (ugh, now I’m really in Mom territory), “But I can’t let you take this wine out of here. You have to drink it now.”
So that was then I had to face the facts. How much has this wine indulgence of mine actually become a problem? Did I need my “pedicure” so bad after a long day that I was willing to chug-a-lug a crap mini-bottle of PG in front of 3 dudes in the middle of a greasy Greenwich Village pizza joint?
“Um. No thanks.” I said as I tromped out with my slice.
I got back to the hotel hoping and praying the bar was miraculously open. No luck. Now I’m sure you’re all thinking, “But you’re in NYC. The City that Never Sleeps? C’mon R&R Mom hit a bar!” But I’m a girl. Alone. On the road. Who’s over 40. And Married. And a total scaredy cat. So I went back to my room and double bolted the door. I opened the minibar. No dice. The whole receivership/ sale drama caused the grand full hotel mini-bar clean out earlier that day. I needed my fix. It was late. I had jetlag. It was a long rough day. I wanted ONE glass of wine. Is that so wrong????
Just then I turned to see there on the desk, a pile of room service plates with their nifty silver covers. Huh. I wasn’t in all day. Who ordered these? Stinky cheese, warm fruit and stale crackers. But there, right beside it stood the most beautiful bottle of mediocre chianti that I have ever seen. Well, being the Canadian that I am I immediately picked up the phone and called the reception:
“I’m sorry. (we Canadians ALWAYS say that) But it seems someone has mistakenly delivered some room service to my room. Some stinky cheese and warm fruit. But there’s also a full UNOPENED bottle of wine.” I said.
“Was there a note?” said the somewhat irritated front desk worker.
“Then I guess its complimentary.”
Huh, well I guess it was the WINE FAIRY!!!!!! Thank YOU beloved WINE FAIRY!!!! You heard my plea and took pity on this old bag and her addiction. I cracked that bottle, poured a solid 4 fingers, drank half and fell fast asleep.
And that my friends is just one more story of Moms and their relationship with wine.