{manic mom-days}

{keeping caffeinated}

I don’t know if you guys know this about me; but drinking CocaCola is a requirement for me.

It’s life.

And it’s not the caffeine, although I refuse to drink caffeine free Coke, because…well…YUCK! Sorry if this is your preferred Cola; but I am maybe, slightly, just kind of, a little bit crazy about my Coke. Like drive ten minutes out of my way just to hit a specific McDonald’s because they always have a better tasting mix to their fountain Coke crazy. 

Don’t judge though! 

Everyone has their thing. I mean most people choose coffee as their caffeine fix; but hey, to each his own.

Staying caffeinated with my littles running around is harder than I thought it would be.

Not because I don’t have time to get it or anything. Let’s face it, opening a can of Coke takes way less time then preparing a nice, healthy, responsible lunch.

But because my littles take after their mother and also seem to enjoy the nice refreshing taste of CocaCola. I know, I created these monsters, so I have to live with them. #saideverymotherever

It started with our Little Monster sneaking cans out of the recycling bin to drink the backwashed, flat, last drops of Coke. *insert gag here* Does it get any grosser than that?! So we moved the recycling bin to where she couldn’t find it and that was the end of that.

Or so we thought.

Then her brother joined the picture, and also became a Coke fiend. Cuddle Bugs tactic – wait until no one is looking and then go for the quick sip. And you know how I know he does this? Because I can hear him set the can back down with that little tin *clink* from almost anywhere in the house. Because I come back to the can and the whole top lip is filled with Coke and I’m not a monster and don’t leave my can a mess. Because I have literally caught him hiding behind a curtain, under a table, in a corner sucking down my Coke. *insert eye roll*

And then there’s our Little Bear. He’s too cute and little to be doing anything naughty right? Wrong. He scoots across the room trying to get my can. Or twists and wiggles in my arms trying to get the Coke I’m holding while holding him. Yes, I realize it isn’t the actual Coke he is after, just the shiny red can; but still. How’s a mom supposed to get her fix with all these hooligans trying to steal it?!


See?! Just kidding, he didn’t steal this one. Just used it as a size comparison because my amazing mom used her then favorite beverage as a size comparison when I was a teeny, tiny, premie. So, like mother, like daughter.


This is me on the left and a teeny, tiny Little Bear on the right.

I have even tried changing things up and drinking coffee instead. Doesn’t work. They like that too.


I guess I’ll just be tired forever.

Well, there you have it, it’s been just another Manic Mom-day.

p.s. I promise CocaCola did not pay me to write any of this. I just really do love it that much!

p.s.^2 Yes, I could quit any time I want to. I just don’t want to. *sticks tongue out*


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