Trying to quit smoking has been not fun.  Actually, I wasn’t doing too badly all in all. But DH isn’t taking this well, which is absolutely hilarious.  It’s hilarious because, in the past, he has quit a number of times by simply saying, I QUIT and putting them down.  Meanwhile, I smoked happily away as he quit.

 

This time, it is I who is trying to quit, and HE is not doing so well.

 

Last week, my quit day came.  I awoke with clean lungs so to speak, did my regular morning thingy, and was doing quite well.

 

About an hour after he got up, he started picking a fight with me. No reason, just was as he would call me “Waspish”.  After about an hour of this, I went to the store and bought a pack each.

 

Okay, that turned into a number of packs.

 

So yesterday was attempt two.  I did really well, from noonish until like 9 pm, when he went berserk again !!

 

Off to the store I went, at his request.

 

Sigh.

 

Today is another day.