My mother smoked for a long time and she kept trying to quit whenever my family was moving. We always moved to a different continent and it was always very stressful. Anyway, she didnt actually quit until a couple of years ago, after all the kids were gone. :) Anyway, I called to to tell her I had quit smoking and that my husband just got sick and what a huge baby he was being and how I was super crabby because I wanted to smoke. So she says, no time is a good time to quit smoking. Something always happens that’s “too stressful” but I should keep on going with it. So I am, It’s been a week. I’m glad, because this week blows. First my husband is sick, and let me tell you, I don’t know what it is about guys when they get sick but you all turn into helpless whiny bitches. I was hoping he’d be giving ME some TLC through my first quitting week, but no. He missed two days of work because of his “bad cold” and completely ruined (not actually) my special “yeah for me not smoking” day. It wasnt actually ruined, but when you’re planning on sleeping in until ten AM and your husband-turned-five-year-old wakes you up before eight AM to ask you when you’re going to get up, well, the day just isnt starting out so great. So, this is exciting, we found a house that we are going to put an offer on. So yeah, the stress begins and the borderline arguments about money and budgets begins. Super fun. Then the next day I wake up totally sick. Oh, I forgot the part about the eight page paper that was due on Thursday. I’ve been working on a research paper all week, and taking smoke breaks was a HUGE habit with paper writing. So sleeping in was my reward for myself for making it through the day. And I didnt get to do it! I did get a facial later, but seriously, this week was hectic. And I lived through it without a cigarrette. Did I mention my husband smokes a ton AND he and my realtor smoked while we looked at houses all day. Jerks. I said it didnt bother me, so it’s my own fault, but jesus. I’ve wanted a cigarrette about seven hundred times in the last three days and I only smoke about four cigarrettes a day unless I’m drunk or writing a paper. I read this over and it reads like my mind feels this week. Christ. But, you know, rad.