Don't Drink and Bake

I worry that I worry too much. Seriously - even before the Type 1 dx, I drove my self right up to the sanity city limits with scenarios ranging from the terrifying to the ridonculous. Of course now I just have new material to work with.

Here's my issue. When my husband is out of town for work, the frenzy of one adult overseeing two kids and all that entails leaves me longing for a little evening cocktail. But what if I suddenly need to go somewhere? Pharmacy, ER - or what if she calls me to help with a low and I'm sleeping just a wee bit too soundly to hear on the first summons?

Since one 5 oz. nip is my usual limit - it's not like we're knocking back a bottle of Jack on a good night - I sense that this behavior might go past responsible to kinda silly.