Twas the Night Before First Day


Twas the Night Before First Day




Twas the night before first day and all through my head

Not a backpack was packed, not a new form was read.

The children were grumpy and hyper and tired

Too many Diet Cokes and I felt totally wired.


The clothes were laid out with shocking good care

With socks for their feet and bows for their hair.

With kids in their jammies and I dressed in mine

I convinced us all the first day would be fine.


When out in the yard there came a loud scream!

Time for summer tradition – go for ice cream!

Away in the car we drove in a flash

To Baskin Robbins I handed my cash.


Back home we arrived and got ready for bed.

I ran the to-do list around in my head.

With reading done and kisses doled out

I headed downstairs to figure it out.


I folded the laundry and ironed the clothes.

Had to have it all done before they arose.

Paperwork done and lunches in bags

No missing snacks and no kid in rags.


We all had a good time in this summer so great.

School came so fast when I wished it would wait.

But the new year is here and tomorrow we’ll part

And get the school year off to a wonderful start!

linking up with The Jenny Evolution Flash Friday

I Can’t Quit You

Cancers and weight gain and a whole host of other possible side effects, some horrible, some not. I’ve heard them all and yet I am having the toughest time EVER quitting my Coke Zero/Diet Coke habit. It’s embarrassing, actually. And selfish. And I am setting a terrible example for my daughters.

I would NEVER let them do this to their bodies but yet I seem to think it’s ok to do it to myself? Pathetic.

1990 was the year I really discovered Diet Coke. I was working as a flight attendant which meant obnoxiously early mornings. I hated the taste of coffee so DC became my caffeine buzz, my crutch. Then I also discovered how much I love carbonation. I mean LOVE carbonation. The fizz on my tongue, the slight burning going down my throat. Love it. Crave it.

Coffee has never caught on for me and my soda habit has never waned. The whole “everything in moderation” doesn’t apply here. I lie and tell people I only drink one a day. Ha! That’s one a day before 9 a.m. and sometimes 2-3 more on an average day. Fountain soda is the best. It’s a better carbonation kick than that which comes from a can or plastic bottle. Sad that I’ve got such strong opinions on the different types of crap I ingest daily.

So, it is my goal to wean myself entirely…well, almost entirely of this vice. I dread it. But I dread brain tumors more. Wish me luck.