The other day I came home after a trying day and wanted a glass of wine. In fact, I had been very much looking forward to it. Mr. B offered to pour me a glass — but not before I told him not to open “the good wine” because I was saving it for Company.
Instead, he opened a bottle of some wine we’d bought on vacation that neither one of us could remember (the wine, that is — we both remembered the vacation). He poured us both a glass. And, the wine was not good. At all. Down the drain it went.
So, he opened a second bottle that we’d purchased some time back — a wine I knew wasn’t great, but the only other red we had was our “good” stuff. And, well, still saving that good stuff for Company. (Who is this Company person who is so important, anyway? I do not know.)
The second glass of wine followed that first glass right down the drain. And the rest of the bottle followed — I didn’t even want it around to cook with. (Because, let’s be honest, when I say I cook with wine, I really mean I enjoy a glass while I’m cooking.)
The whole situation got me thinking, though. Why do I always save the good wine for Company? (A. we never have Company and B. it’s my wine — I should be able to drink a glass if I want.)
And then I thought some more: I always make sure our house is clean for Company. And I have good snacks for Company. And I light candles for Company.
Seriously?! Who is this “Company” and why does she get everything nice? I was starting to get super annoyed with myself.
Last night, though, I decided something: I’m not waiting for Company any more. I’m going to drink the good wine. And eat the good snacks. And light myself a dang candle every now and again. And I’m going to
do a better job of think about picking up the house for me and my family.
Because, let’s face it, life is short. And I’m worth it. I’m going to drink the good wine.