I'm sad.

I ran out of diet coke.

And that makes me SAD.

Seriously, I probably shouldn't even have it in the house. When I was a grad student I LIVED on diet coke. And when I was reading for my oral exams and writing my thesis I would drink up to a liter EVERY DAY.

So then when we moved up here and I took an extended sabbatical from graduate education I decided to be "healthy" and also "cheap" and give up my lovely diet coke.

I still don't fully comprehend that decision.

I was very good when I was pregnant and never drank it, and then I was nursing and well--the last thing we needed was a caffeinated boy. But then I weaned him and lo and behold, I could have diet coke if I wanted it! But I didn't really want it that badly anymore (go figure, I stop nursing and all of a sudden I have all kinds of energy again!).

But then we hit the doldrums with the Husband and the fellowship applications and then my birthday and then Boston and well, we were grocery shopping and the next thing I knew there was diet coke in my house!

I have been rationing it out, only on the days when I woke up really tired from not having slept very well, or, well...any day where I was not so happy with the way things were going.

Need I remind you all that the Boy is teething? Enough said.

So, I find myself out of diet coke and it's only Wednesday. And that makes me sad. BUT! The Husband's birthday is Friday so be sure to pop over and wish him a happy one!