The actual glass of wine I drank while writing this post.

It’s really late, just after midnight on Wednesday night.

I’m having a glass of wine.

Today was a whiny day. For Annika, not me. For me it’s been an snappy day.

Snappy because I’m so dang tired of the whining. So, I drink wine.

This afternoon we showed up at a pool to swim with friends. We were late because I got lost and on the way there I was frustrated and told Annika we might not be able to swim because I couldn’t find the pool.

Luckily, even though my friends were swimming, at some point one of them called to check on us, wondering if we’d gotten lost. I’m so grateful for good and thoughtful friends.

So, by the time we got there, Annika had been listening to me kvetch and complain about the traffic. I’m not exactly a road rager, but let’s just say that for the most part, it’s probably best for everyone involved that I am not at the wheel when we are lost and late.

By the time we got to the pool, Annika was whiny. And then she was frustrated because the pool was bigger than the local toddler pool where we like to go and she can reach the bottom easily.

I commented to my friends that it was whine time. Or wine time. They all heard it as wine time, knowing me as they do, but then laughed at my double entendre, quickly noting why it was wine time.

Whine time = wine time.