Lipstick Stained Cigarette Butt

When everyone in the house is sick- my husband, my kids.. I'm starting to feel like I'm breathing hot air.
I'm next.
1,000 things are on the list of things to do. Can I catch a break? 
Looking down and rubbing my forehead I get a glimpse of trash. A cigarette? I don't know anyone who smokes camel no.9 but me.. that IS mine. The lipstick stained cigarette butt is exactly what I needed to see. A reminder that this is life. It get's hectic. It gets hard. It's the most worth it ride. It also gets boring as fuck. 
In the middle of all the chaos I can feel the hot summer air blowing through my hair. My bare feet on the gas and music as loud as it can go. Another emotion filled wedding is complete. The funny thing is that I don't even smoke cigarettes. I did go through a strong phase of socially smoking with my friends in high school. Drinking and smoking just goes hand in hand for me, what can I say? Sometimes when I have a confident grasp of things, I light up a cigarette and the smell itself tsunamis with my favorite memories.