[ WP ] You got drunk and woke up with a tattoo that reads '31 ' with no recollection of getting it . The next morning it reads '30 ' you suspect it is counting down to something

She knows. I know she knows. I think to myself as I shut my eyes and try to sleep with a 1 somehow etched onto my head. 
 
 On the first day I got a'31' on my head after a night of heavy drinking and my wife yells at me for having that'stupid tattoo' on my head and how I ca n't even remember why it's there. Yet she seemed to get over it surprisingly quickly, this is the women who'd nag at me about my bi-daily drinking nights for weeks after. 
 
 The day after that she yells again. There was no scarring from the last'tattoo' ( if that's what it is ). And each day for the next week she kept yelling at me until she gave up and it just became jabs here and there at me being an idiot. 
 
 Throughout this entire time I've no idea what any of it meant. I'd ended up asking our in-house butler on the first day, he had shrugged and offers his same, as-per-usual, wise, calm advise and suggests investigating what I was doing on that night of drinking. 
 
 Agreeing, I take the next 3 weeks off work -being a popular member of the board has benefits-. And I go back to the bar I -think- I was at ( or at least that I usually regular ) and ask around - apparently it had been a normal night, got drunk, then was driven home by my butler. 
 I ask my friend and butler, he had no idea how it happened either. 
 
 For next 3 weeks I found -nothing-, and every night it ticked down, and I got more and more nervous - was this some strange alien material, was someone sneaking into my house at night? 
 
 Throughout this entire time I got more and more tense, I yelled at my wife and kids for the smallest things. Usually I'd relieve tension by drinking but I was too scared of what might happen if I lost my memory again, my butler offered the same advise so despite what my impulses told me, I stayed sober. 
 
 These last few days though... I've accepted it, I've been quiet, avoiding contact, just wanting whatever this ordeal was about over with. 
 
 With a sigh I feel my sleeping meds take effect and I drift off, fearful of what I'll awaken to... if at all. 
 
 
 I wake as normal, slowly and drowsily to my alarm... but looking up I see a sight I have n't seen since a fathers day 6 years ago. 
 
 My wife, children and family butler crowded around the bed. 
 
 My kid hops up on the bed and yells happily. 
 
 `` He did it! He did it! I knew he could!'' 
 
 I look to my butler and wife for some sort of sane explanation and for the first time in years I see my wife give me a genuine smile. 
 
 `` One full month without Alcohol. You've gotten through the worse of the withdrawal without even realizing it's importance. Now finally we can try to be a happy family again.''
