Drunk mummy, sober mummy

I stand staring into the fridge.

What first?

Beer or wine?

I decide on wine, grape before grain, I hear the hangovers aren’t so bad if you do it that way round.

I pull the chilled bottle out from its plastic compartment in the side of the fridge, grab a glass the size of an astronaut’s helmet and pour half of the contents in.

I find myself a cosy spot in the corner of the couch and take my first sip. The liquid sends a warmness throughout my body, easing my day, taking off the edge.

No more kids, no more washing, no more school run. Just me, the wine and silence.


Half an hour later as the last droplets drip from the round rim, I find myself on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor looking in the cupboards for that old bottle of Port that was left there last Christmas.

‘I’m in the mood for just one little nightcap’, I think as my hand reaches behind the bottle of bleach under the kitchen sink.

As the stresses and strains of motherhood seep out of my slippers, I feel like me again, me before kids, the old me, the party-girl me.

Gosh, I’ve missed her.

My drinking changed when I became a mother. There hadn’t been anyone to worry about before and I found the adjustment from social butterfly to stay-at-home mummy, hard.

I quickly got bored of changing nappies and talking with rosy cheeked new mums about sleep times. It just wasn’t me.

I was the one with the wonky pram, dirty wraps and non-paleo snacks. Motherhood didn’t suit me like it did some people.

I’d thought I’d lost myself to motherhood, lost my sparkle a bit. Sitting at home on my own with swollen feet and cracked nipples, surrounded by toys that went ‘ping’, wasn’t really cutting it.

So alcohol became my release, my exit from the washing pile and back into me.

Those ‘cheeky’ evening wines became my escape from the daily grind, my companions when it all got too much, an innocent reward after a hard or boring day.

Having children gave me the perfect excuse to always be cracking open a bottle of red or be popping a cheap fizzy as soon as the house went quiet.

Tired. Wine. Bored. Wine. Grumpy. Wine. Kids crying. Wine.

The problem was, once I started, I couldn’t stop. I was the same on nights out. The last one to be prised off the dancefloor swinging my feeding bra around above my head.

I began every drinking session, before and after kids, with a head full of good intentions, and without fail, ended up with my head in a toilet. My night flushed down the bog along with a sour tasting shot of tequila.

Each Sunday morning with a stonking headache, I began to realise that my two worlds were colliding. My drinking began to have negative side effects that rippled throughout my household. Anxiety and shame crept into my hangovers. I felt guilt for what I’d done and shame because of what I hadn’t.

Then, I began missing out on things. Family days out, trips to the park, walks on the beach, time with my precious babies that I would never get back.

Too hungover to move my head, let alone push a child on a swing.

My attempts at moderation had proved I wanted to slow down but why couldn’t I achieve it?

Drinking was so ingrained in me, in my family, my culture and in my environment. Drinking was my social life and my lean-to; in fact, my entire persona was propped up by a lifelong binge-drinking habit. I couldn’t imagine a life without it. What the bloody hell would I do if I didn’t drink??

‘Quit drinking, me? You must be mad!’

But the anxiety deteriorated; it got debilitating, breaking me. With each hangover my mental equilibrium started to waver, wobble off balance.

I became lost, scared of losing my mind,

and losing my family.


Now here I am. At my computer tapping away, with a coffee to my right and a smelly dog looking up at me on my left and I’m nearly 1000 days without a drink.

Me, the party girl, the girl with the VIP passes and the front row seats, the Rockstar mum that hogged the microphone at karaoke … is now sober.

My sobriety is surprisingly undramatic. I wasn’t dragged into a rehab facility kicking and screaming. There were no family interventions. No concerned looks or rock bottoms.

It was just me and my husband standing in the kitchen one Sunday afternoon.

‘I can’t do this anymore’, I’d said to him.

‘I need help.’

My rock bottom was that I’d had enough.

Enough of it all, the anxiety, the shame, the hangovers, the feeling like I always had to be the drunkest person in the room. The living up to an outdated reputation. I was done.

The time had come for this party girl to grow up. Be the mum I was always meant to be.

So, I got help.

Therapy allowed me to see what I was made of. I had to confront old memories from my past and dig up all the reasons why I’d always felt that drinking was what made me who I am. What made me ‘Fun’.

It wasn’t an easy process; I suppose nothing worth doing is … but over time, I got there. I discovered the person underneath the thick layer of beer and bravado, and I found a person that I really rather liked. A much more ‘together’ me.

Now, Life is better.

There isn’t much bad robot dancing, or many questionable injuries. There are no weird one-night stands, panic attacks or twigs stuck in my hair, and that’s okay. I’d spent 26 years rolling around in bushed and staggering off pavements.  It was time to try something new.

Since my therapy finished, I’ve learned to redefine ‘fun’. Discovered new ways of filling my cup. I do pottery and I write. I walk and I sleep. I’m happier and more content. I drink tea now, and I enjoy remembering a night out where I experience real interactions and meaningful moments. But most of all, I’m a better mum, not a perfect one, but an improved version!

So, for me, I’m looking forward – no more wine, no more anxiety and no more fake smiles.

Once the booze was soaked from my skin all that was left is the genuine me, my kids, my husband and time (Oh, and the odd bar of Dairy Milk! But that’s a whole other story!).

My kids won’t know me as a drinker, they won’t remember those days. They will never have to see me slurring my words or moaning with my head in a toilet. 

They won’t see ‘that’ me.

All they will know is …

I’m there for them.

And that is everything.


Victoria lives on The Sunshine Coast with three noisy children, a very patient husband and a confused dog. She has been writing about her tumultuous journey to sobriety and motherhood for two years. When she isn’t at her computer, you can find her crying alone in the shower or hiding from her children at a local cafe whilst digging into a large slice of chocolate brownie. Victoria has just completed her book ‘A Thousand Wasted Sundays’ and is trying to get it published.

You can read about her on her blog – www.drunkmummysobermummy.com

Victoria also runs a sober support network for women. Find her Facebook group at – The Sober Social – For Sober Curious Women.




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  • Great story.

    By VjWeller
    November 4, 2020
  • Really inspiring and relatable thanks

    By Asti
    November 4, 2020
  • Well done Victoria,
    You were brave and you did it! 👏🏻

    By Cathie oliver
    November 5, 2020
  • Thanks Victoria, I can relate. The shame of one of my kids bringing me a Berocca and panadol and the other one a cup of coffee was too much to bear. Eight months sober this weekend and loving life!

    November 5, 2020
    • I’m glad it resonated with you. So many women stuck in that place of questioning. Well done on your 8 months xx

      By victoria
      November 5, 2020
  • Awesome job! You go girl. I can certainly relate x

    By EB
    November 5, 2020
  • Great story. Unfortunately my kids are 17 and 15 and have seen this pattern in me their whole lives. But I’m not going to stop trying to change. Thanks for the inspiration.

    By LucyL
    November 5, 2020
    • I’m there with you. Mine are 19 and 14, it’s tough when they rub your face in it. It makes it all the more important to work harder for it. Hang in there, one day at a time. The universe has your back! Big hug!

      By Irene
      November 6, 2020
    • Hi my name is penny . The mother of 3 children 14,13 and 11. Unfortunately they have grown up and witnessed my drunken episodes too many times . 16 mths ago I split from my husband of 20 years. He has the children full time . I’m still on my journey of trying to get sober and stay sober . I get to about day 5 then start feeling good about myself and bang I reach for that bottle again. And the cycle continues . I’m so determined to change my life . My kids don’t trust me which kills me . My inner struggles – life without alcohol boring ? Being unable to socialise and sit amongst people who are drinking . Favourite pastimes always revolved around alcohol like going to wineries etc . Last Wednesday I stopped drinking then picked up again n Monday so I’m back to day one . Would love to hear from anyone with a similar story or some inspiration to get me to the place I want to be in. I have had months of sobriety in the past and felt good about life but I caved in one Xmas eve and I was back to my old ways . I really struggle with those celebratory occasions when I feel like everyone else is drinking so why can’t I ….

      By Penelope
      February 3, 2021
      • Hi Penelope,

        Thank you for sharing. It sounds like it’s a tough time for you right now and we want you to know that there is support available.

        Check out the Daybreak app to connect with others who may be going through a similar experience or reach out to a health professional such as GP. Lifeline is also available for support 24/7 on 13 11 14.

        Take care, The HSM Team.

        By Matt
        February 3, 2021
  • Yes I was there too. Well done xx every day is a victory

    By Elise
    November 5, 2020
  • Lots of echoes. Motherhood is damned hard work and seems to demand some relaxing down time when the kids have finally konked out. But down time that rapidly turns hellish for all concerned is a big problem, even if the liquor advertising world would try and have us believe otherwise …

    By Kate
    November 5, 2020
  • Great blog and congratulations! I look forward to your book being published.

    By Alison Wotherspoon
    November 5, 2020
  • Fantastic, I can relate to your story though not achievement which I aspire to. Lot’s of comments on groups for the ‘gentler sex’. Any groups for males on here that I should be aware of that can share their insights. That said Victoria, your story is like mine in lots ways and all input is valued.

    By gmcc
    November 5, 2020
  • I am basically the same person, but have been sober for just five days. My journey is just beginning.

    By Leelee
    November 6, 2020
  • That simple sentence “I was done” resonated for me. That’s exactly the same decision that I came to 812 days ago. A lifetime’s worth of alcohol already consumed. Time to stop. I always feel so validated when I hear someone else say that – thanks for sharing.

    By Louise Harvey
    November 8, 2020
  • Good on you Victoria! You are relatable and an inspiration! Thank you for sharing your story.

    By Margaret Aboody
    November 12, 2020
  • I love this story, thank you Victoria, well done and keep bing you!

    By Kate
    December 5, 2020
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