Back on the sauce.

You may have noticed that the title of my blog has changed.

I've been reading the blogs of my friends and acquaintance's, and perusing the blogs that THEY are reading, and it seems that any Mommy who's ANY Mommy has a cute, snappy title for her blog. (Sex and the Knitty? The Lil Mommy Who Could? Life in the Carpool Lane? Surely I could come up with something better than "News from Amy, Bryan & Zoey.) I've been thinking of this for days...and today, as I bundled my feverish child into the car to drive to McDonalds for a Diet Coke, you could say the title just came to me.

In my defense, it was looking like I was going to be housebound all weekend, and waking frequently to start the day at 4 a.m. Bryan was golfing all day today...since it is his birthday weekend, and we were supposed to go out for a romantic dinner tonight (which obviously isn't going to happen), I was happy that at least he was getting to do something fun. But the prospect of being trapped inside all day with a sick baby and no Diet Coke was giving me a mild anxiety attack.

Months ago, when a physical therapist suggested I might have an easier time controlling my bladder function if I were to cut back on the caffeine, I thought I might give that some consideration...someday. Like, maybe next year, when New Years Resolutions roll around. Maybe. Then I had a bone density scan after it was discovered that my (younger) sister has osteoporosis. Turns out I have the bones of a woman 20 years my senior. Again, caffeine came up in conversation with my doctor--not so good on the bones. So I bumped the resolution up a few months and took stock of my caffeine intake.

First thing in the morning: coffee
Lunch: Diet Coke
Frequently, as in most days of the week: iced tea, or a latte, or some other version of a caffeinated treat.

Something was going to have to go. And since even I am not hard-core enough to consider jumping out of bed and pouring myself a DC, I figured that was the likely thing to cut out.

I started slow. I decided that, once the 12 pack of DC in the fridge was gone, I wouldn't buy any more.

I cut back to a 10-oz DC at lunch from the Blessed Diet Coke Machine at work, as opposed to a 20-oz cup. (Does it count that I use lots of ice? No?) I had every intention of cutting it out completely while at work, and replacing it with iced tea.

But you know what? It's HARD. I don't think I can do it. Perhaps I could revisit this resolution in five years, when my child becomes a bigger fan of sleeping through the night? When my job doesn't frazzle every last nerve I have, to the point where I can practically see a beacon of shining light and a choir of angels singing above the Diet Coke machine at work?

Bottom line is, pants-wetting and bone density be damned, I need my caffeine.