Yesterday morning, Jerry took the kids to the park and to run some errands so I could have some time and space to clean the house. I just needed to be able to really clean things because it was driving me nuts, and I wanted everyone OUT. So, he got back with everyone -- and the house was sparkling for that small window of time before they all returned! -- and he had decided to pick me up a treat: A Dunkin Donuts Iced Latte.
He was being nice, and apparently, he didn't understand I was trying to quit it entirely (he thought I was going for "cutting back"), but I was faced with either drinking it and breaking my 10 day no-DD-streak, or essentially pouring $3 down the drain.
I like to stick to streaks, but I also HATE to waste money.
I drank it.
And, it tasted like shame.
So, I'm back to Day #1 of no DD. And now Jerry understands that, under no circumstance -- even if I beg and plead for him to swing through a DD drive thru -- should he be a darling husband and bring his wife a treat. Cuz starting over is tough.