This was Monday's questions:
What did you eat for breakfast this morning?
And just like that, the can of worms was opened. Oh, I mean one of my many cans of worms was opened.
I have been thinking about his dumb question for the last 48 hours. Dumb question - why ya gonna go and make me examine myself? Grrrr....
So here is the answer, in big fat color for all of the world to see.
(Gallons of soda. I ain't proud.)
I use to take pride in the fact that I would get my morning coke as soon as I dropped the kids off at school. No harm, no foul - the kids don't know cause they are at school. Sadly, Sweet Baby Wyatt has been taking sips of my coke for as long as I can remember. Now when I go to get my morning coke, I usually get him an apple juice slushie.
And truthfully, the big kids aren't stoopid and they know that I should just go ahead and get a coke (ca-cola) IV. Terrible. I know.
You might wonder how I can afford this coke (ca-cola) addiction. Well, my FRIENDS at Sonic (yes, I go there enough that they know me) save survey receipts for me and they are good for one free Route 44. I rarely pay for this habit. Except for Tuesday and Thursday when I am buying the little one his slushie. And if I need to purchase a Sonic soda, I go in the afternoon during Happy Hour and get one for half price ($1.07).
Why can't I stop? No will-power, I suppose. I know that if I stop, I'm bound to lose some weight.
I have been rationalizing this problem by saying clever things like 'this is my coffee'. Everyone walks around with a Starbucks cup in their hand. How come the coffee folks aren't frowned upon like me carrying around this giant Route 44 Sonic coke?
And I was thinking about our parents. Kinda funny that I have no memory of the older generation walking around with a cup in their hand. Tons of parents take their kids to school with a coffee, water or other beverage in hand. When did we become this beverage obsessed world? Although I do remember the giant metal thermos with the small plastic cup lid. So maybe they were carrying around a drink all of the time and I just don't remember.
I have got to get a hold of myself and break myself free from the grip that the coke (ca-cola) has on me.
Is there enough Tylenol in the world to help me for when the terrible caffeine headache arrives? And should I plan to quit during PMS so that our family doesn't suffer a double dose of freak mommy in one month?
I guess I should just get a coke and think it over.
And you know what I remembered when I was in the school pick-up line just now? Back in the day, it wasn't uncommon for a mom to have a can of coke, smoke and Butterfinger for breakfast. Ya know, in the trailer park. Now that's a Texas lady for ya.
Oh, and how 'bout that Heather just sent me a text pointing out that kids didn't carry water bottles around all day either. I know that our kids don't go anywhere without one.
I think my grandpoppy would've thought I was crazy if I told him I was going to pay a few bucks for a coffee. He'd make fun of me if I came home with some sort of smoothie that I PAID money for. And I am certain that he'd never dream that I'd be buying 44ozs. of Coke-Cola at a time at the Sonic. My, my. How things change.