I only made it seven days with out a drink. Maintaining sobriety during the week has never been difficult for me because I am so busy but the second the weekend hits I want that 5pm beverage — I believe I’ve associated drinking as a reward for making it through the week. However, one drink has turned into one-to-many black out drunk evenings when my son is gone and it’s not serving me at all. Last night I went to a memorial and had one drink, I do have to say I’m proud I stopped at one, but my goal is to learn how to be myself again 100% sober, and no longer use alcohol to numb myself when I’m overwhelmed, so I feel like I failed.
Today starts day one of sobriety, again. So I’m going to start the day off with gratitude. I’m grateful I only had one drink last night. I’m grateful to have no where to rush off to this morning, and that I was able to sip on my coffee and color with my kiddo, make breakfast and enjoy a slow, peaceful morning. 
It’s hard to not feel like a failure when you don’t want to do something and you find yourself doing it anyways. One day at a time!