If you give a girl a 13 hour car ride,
she’s going to need a Diet Coke to go with it.
As she sips her liquid courage,
she’s going to remember how good Hot Tamales taste as they’re washed down with the carbonated goodness…
After she eats way too many Hot Tamales,
she’s going to need something less sweet to balance out her diet, so she’s going to reach for the Cheeto’s Puffs.
As the car sways—remarkably more distinct in the back seat--
the girl realizes she is going to have to drive if she is going to prevent a reappearance of said Puffs and Tamales.
While driving, the girl is craving some tunage.
She plugs in her IPod and rocks to the music (as much as she can rock to David A. *sigh* Be still my pounding heart!! ;)
The songs remind her of her running route in Palo Alto--
Right past the hospital.
Thinking of the hospital,
causes her to recall the time spent inside with her baby boy.
Thinking of her sweet baby boy,
also brings to her mind her other four kids she hasn’t seen for a month.
Being reminded that she will again be in charge of 5 little children,
and coordinating many different schedules, makes her panic just a little.
And when she has a panic,
Chances are, she’ll want a Diet Coke to go with it!