We survived the night with The Baby. The Man was incredible, taking her when I had my smoking coach on the phone, making dinner, and keeping the damned dog quiet when he would start barking.
You know, I DID have a kid, but I don’t remember it being THIS tiring, this much work, this chaotic. I won’t bore you with the details, read yesterday’s post since it was pretty much a repeat with the exception of the overnight.
The Punk came home early, which was a nice surprise. She had a book bag FULL of medical books, math books, and work books. No wonder tuition is so much. They supply everything!
She was excitedly showing me her homework, and I had tears in my eyes. My little punk is in college. Doing something she’s wanted to do since she was little. I wished I could have done that! So you know me, the minute she leaves, I start crying. I’m so dumb.
They were barely out the door before The Man was snoring on the couch. I’m grateful for the quiet again and we mosey into bed.
That’s when it dawns on me. I didn’t smoke before bed. What the HELL??? I know I’ve been on Chantix for almost a whole week, but I swore it wasn’t working, I am still smoking, they still taste fine to me. The difference now? I’m forgetting to smoke when I would NEVER have done that before. Good! Maybe it won’t be so hard this time.
I have homework from my smoking coach. Listen to a CD from the back of the book, read Chapter 3, page 101 has things to do instead of smoking when I rate my cigarette a 2 (take it or leave it). Hmmm… this may end up working afterall!!!
Have a good Tuesday! OH… and vote for Jordon! But don’t tell The Man!
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