Beer Bust
After Jacob and I came home from the hospital after a month of being bed ridden, it didn't take long for Brian to get me back in the swing of life. He went back to work right after the baby was born, normally he usually takes a week off to help me settle in, but in this case with number three, it was back to the grind sooner than expected.
It was one weekend, not even a few days after being home, that he ask me a very strange unorthodoxed request. At the time, Brian drank alcohol and I had given up trying to persuade him otherwise, so I would pray and ask God to guide him, and just rest my case in the Lord, however, I was a little put off. He wanted me to go down to Kroger and get him some beer.
I just knew this was not a good idea. For one, we lived in Town Lake, our church was right down the street, imagine what the pastor would say if he saw me in Kroger picking out alcohol.
"What if the pastor runs into me, Brian, do you have any idea what that looks like?" I said.
"Who cares Missy, you need to quit caring about what people think!" he said. You care more about what people think, I don't. The odds of that happening are slim to none, you're having delusions of grandeur, just be quiet and go get the beer already."
Sometimes I think I am Peg and I married Al, but that is another story, thank goodness Brian changed for the better.
I found this insulting and demeaning, not only did I not like him drinking, but he is sending me down to get it, and risking what people think about "ME".
Brian's parents happened to be on the way over, I guess he wanted to have some spririts in case his folks came over, so I decided to go but I was very upset and had reservations about the whole thing.
Let me backup...if you read any of my stories at this point, you know "let me back up" means I am about to build a case. Every child I've delivered has been at Northside Canton and I breastfed all my children, so I was set up with the same lactating specialist upon leaving the hospital every time. They give you all the information you need as a mother beginning the road to breastfeeding. Everything you ingest into your body, the baby will recieve in increments from the breastmilk.
As I am leaving to go down and get the "beer" for Brian, his parents walk in the door and help out with the children as I am leaving.
I get to Kroger, I walk in, I find myself walking around looking for the beer, and so as I pick up the special beer of his request after getting help from a Kroger Associate.
"Sir, I need help finding "Michelob Light", it's not where you normally keep it." I asked.
"Oh, well, you know we've moved our store around, you have to go to the front of the store, it's in the new beer/wine section, I'll walk you over there." he says.
We find the Michalob Ultra and I go to leave, running into Pat, the lactation specialist. I pretend not to see her and race to the check out, only to find out there is a line in every line. I wait and wait,
"I wonder if she saw me?" thinking to myself. I begin to get anxious, "Oh know, if she sees me with the beer, she'll think I am going to drink it, and she knows I am breastfeeding. What will she think? Should I say something? If I don't say anything, it may leave her in suppense, she may go back and say something at the hospital. Wait a minute, I don't owe her an explanation, it's not for me....this is all Brian's fault, just wait until I get home," thinking to myself.
This is worse than running into the pastor, this is the lactation specialist!!! I look back in my line and two people behind me, there's Pat. At this point, she can't miss me, my big red hair and my big pack of beer. The associate rings me up and I set out of the store, not looking back, not saying a word to Pat, just trying to hide, yeah right.
I immediatly get in the van and call my husband, "Yeah woman, get home with the beer already, what's taking you so long!"
"Brian, I just want you to know, that I didn't run into the pastor!" I said seriously perturbed. "However, I did run into Pat!" I said very upset.
"Who is Pat, Missy, you're going to need to refresh my memory." he said jokingly.
"Pat is the lacation specialist!" I said.
"Oh No, he said, finally on board, I am so sorry, you just got Beer Bust Busted...get it." thinking it was kind of funny.
"I am not finding the humor in this one, do not EVER ask me to do this again." I told him.
I finally arrived home and gave him and his father the beer, it was a lesson learned for me, I don't have to compromise my beliefs.
Since this story, it wasn't long after that Brian finally changed his life around, he accepted Jesus Christ and never looked back at alcohol. My prayers were answered unbelievably to the point, he stands up for sobreity. I've learned that if you beat a dead horse, it gets you know where and you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink. In this case, not drink. The bible says in Phillipians 4:6 Be anxious for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
I decided that if Pat wanted to draw conclusions about me, then she would just have to draw conclusions, it was out of my control.
It was one weekend, not even a few days after being home, that he ask me a very strange unorthodoxed request. At the time, Brian drank alcohol and I had given up trying to persuade him otherwise, so I would pray and ask God to guide him, and just rest my case in the Lord, however, I was a little put off. He wanted me to go down to Kroger and get him some beer.
I just knew this was not a good idea. For one, we lived in Town Lake, our church was right down the street, imagine what the pastor would say if he saw me in Kroger picking out alcohol.
"What if the pastor runs into me, Brian, do you have any idea what that looks like?" I said.
"Who cares Missy, you need to quit caring about what people think!" he said. You care more about what people think, I don't. The odds of that happening are slim to none, you're having delusions of grandeur, just be quiet and go get the beer already."
Sometimes I think I am Peg and I married Al, but that is another story, thank goodness Brian changed for the better.
I found this insulting and demeaning, not only did I not like him drinking, but he is sending me down to get it, and risking what people think about "ME".
Brian's parents happened to be on the way over, I guess he wanted to have some spririts in case his folks came over, so I decided to go but I was very upset and had reservations about the whole thing.
Let me backup...if you read any of my stories at this point, you know "let me back up" means I am about to build a case. Every child I've delivered has been at Northside Canton and I breastfed all my children, so I was set up with the same lactating specialist upon leaving the hospital every time. They give you all the information you need as a mother beginning the road to breastfeeding. Everything you ingest into your body, the baby will recieve in increments from the breastmilk.
As I am leaving to go down and get the "beer" for Brian, his parents walk in the door and help out with the children as I am leaving.
I get to Kroger, I walk in, I find myself walking around looking for the beer, and so as I pick up the special beer of his request after getting help from a Kroger Associate.
"Sir, I need help finding "Michelob Light", it's not where you normally keep it." I asked.
"Oh, well, you know we've moved our store around, you have to go to the front of the store, it's in the new beer/wine section, I'll walk you over there." he says.
We find the Michalob Ultra and I go to leave, running into Pat, the lactation specialist. I pretend not to see her and race to the check out, only to find out there is a line in every line. I wait and wait,
"I wonder if she saw me?" thinking to myself. I begin to get anxious, "Oh know, if she sees me with the beer, she'll think I am going to drink it, and she knows I am breastfeeding. What will she think? Should I say something? If I don't say anything, it may leave her in suppense, she may go back and say something at the hospital. Wait a minute, I don't owe her an explanation, it's not for me....this is all Brian's fault, just wait until I get home," thinking to myself.
This is worse than running into the pastor, this is the lactation specialist!!! I look back in my line and two people behind me, there's Pat. At this point, she can't miss me, my big red hair and my big pack of beer. The associate rings me up and I set out of the store, not looking back, not saying a word to Pat, just trying to hide, yeah right.
I immediatly get in the van and call my husband, "Yeah woman, get home with the beer already, what's taking you so long!"
"Brian, I just want you to know, that I didn't run into the pastor!" I said seriously perturbed. "However, I did run into Pat!" I said very upset.
"Who is Pat, Missy, you're going to need to refresh my memory." he said jokingly.
"Pat is the lacation specialist!" I said.
"Oh No, he said, finally on board, I am so sorry, you just got Beer Bust Busted...get it." thinking it was kind of funny.
"I am not finding the humor in this one, do not EVER ask me to do this again." I told him.
I finally arrived home and gave him and his father the beer, it was a lesson learned for me, I don't have to compromise my beliefs.
Since this story, it wasn't long after that Brian finally changed his life around, he accepted Jesus Christ and never looked back at alcohol. My prayers were answered unbelievably to the point, he stands up for sobreity. I've learned that if you beat a dead horse, it gets you know where and you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink. In this case, not drink. The bible says in Phillipians 4:6 Be anxious for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
I decided that if Pat wanted to draw conclusions about me, then she would just have to draw conclusions, it was out of my control.
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