I am a GREAT-Grandma

At the very young age of only 34…

Many don’t consider this a reality(and truly I am one of them), but according to #1 we are now great grandparents.

#1 is a proud papa to his piggies. He has had a few over the years, and they are a PERFECT fit for his personality.  His current piggies are Captain Zippy and Princess Carmella.  Daddy decided it was time for the kiddos to learn a little more about the birds and the bees.  In fact, they were all present when the lessons began about 15 seconds after the wedding.

We have been on baby watch for a while.  The kids have been waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting…..

Tonight I was determined to send the kids to bed early, and I sent them their various ways at about 9:00.  A VERY excited #1 came running upstairs.  He was talking faster than the words could come out.  It seemed that there was a mysterious “pile of fur in the corner….and IT HAD EYES!”

He was so tickled.  You can’t imagine his excitement!   He is twelve and these days sometimes he doesn’t get too excited about a whole lot.  It is so much fun to see childhood delight on our growing boy’s face.

He has three sweet babies and mommy is doing well.


So back to the Diet Coke thing again….

I have survived nearly three weeks without Diet Coke.  It took a week to get over the headache.  I slept a lot too.  I felt extremely tired I am assuming it was the fact that my body was having to deal with the job the caffeine was doing.

I came. I conquered.

Well, then the complaining starts.  The people that I am around all the time are complaining.  They say I am grouchier than usual.  They say that I am just not as fun to be around.  They say that I used to be peppier.  They say … PLEASE start drinking it again.

So… I am in a quandary… what to do? What to do?

Why torture myself again….

As some may have heard, I decided to give up the caffeine yet again.  So many have asked WHY???

Why torture yourself?

Please drink it again.

Please get some caffeine in you…. NOW!

Last year, I went 9 full months with out my beloved Diet Coke, but I started drinking it again after seeing my doctor.  He told me that it was not a good thing that I gained weight while I quit drinking it, and a little caffeine didn’t hurt anyone.  So I decided that I could have one a day… that would work.

Well, an addiction is a funny thing. It can creep up and just take over.  One becomes an occasional two and the snowball grows from there.  My Diet Coke habit came back in a short time, and I was addicted again.

Sure, “addiction” is a tough word.  I don’t have one of those BAD addictions.  I am not addicted to drugs, to booze, to _________.  You know what I am talking about – those really bad ones that a good Christian would stay away from.  We are so quick to stand up on our soap box and bash those fighting things around us.  Yet,  how many of those same people proclaiming their disdain snuggle up with a whole pizza  or can’t function with out their morning constitutional of coffee.

I know that as a Christian it is wrong to have something that is in control of me other than my Lord.  I know an addiction is wrong.  I know that my addiction to Diet Coke and dare I say, emotional eating…. are wrong.  They control me.  They have power over me that I should give to no one but my Lord. So again, I ask for the strength to beat it.  I know that I can not do it alone even though I am a determined person.  It isn’t something I want to give up, but it is something that I know that I shouldn’t have because it has me.