Candy Whore

I wake up in the middle of the night and my stomach is making the deep rumbling sounds my bike makes when I rev it's engine. This is not unusual for me as I require constant feedings. Strange thing is I'm craving a very specific food item, or in this case, what I classify as a non-food item: Dots. Dots are the fruit flavored, gummy candy that I have eaten perhaps twice in my life. The last time was on halloween and that was by accident. Yes, I do have food accidents but when you are talking one of the motherload candy holidays such discrepencies happen. In the past, I have actually mocked fruit flavored candy. If I'm going to endulge myself in a sugar laden treat there damn well better be some chocolate involed in it somewhere. Nuts for the salt and crunch added is good, include caramel and you are over the top in my book. To me, food disgusized or flavored as another food is just wrong. Pickle flavored potato chips are my nemesis, if I want a pickle, I'll eat a pickle, my potato chips should taste like a potato. Unless of course the could make a pickle that tasted like a potato...anyway I figure my cell donar must have loved Dots because it is 3:00 a.m. and I am seriously considering driving myself to the closest conivance store, about 4 miles away to get my much needed candy groove on, something I have never done in the past, not even while pregnant. I get through the night and most of the next day without weakening to the lurking craving until about bedtime the following day. During our bedtime routine, it dawns on me that I have hours of Dotless time ahead of my me once again and without a hesitation I grab my boys and my purse and head for the jeep. PJ clad we devise how I will get my fix. My oldest son is the fearless one who is to enter the store for my much needed new addiction. I watching my kid clutching the cash and running for the store across the parking lot, as he darts furtive looks at other customers while hoping not to be reconized, my younger sons chants, "Go,Go,Go....". I hang my head in shame. Admittedly I have sunk to a new low in snack food. I hope I can control my new devulgace, but you you happen to notice my personal hygiene slacking, a few more trips to the dentist, or any of my valuables one by one disappearing, this candy whore welcomes your intervention.