Desperate Times

     Looking into the fridge at the empty soda shelf, she slowly draws her eyes to that last bottle of CranApple, stored away from signs of smelly pees of past.
The battle begins, between the gallon of water that has been her constant heavy lifting of the day, and the concentrated juice.  Her desire for taste of anything flavored finally wins, as she defeatedly grabs the bottled CranApple.  She twists off the lid and plugs her nose and sips the tart juice.
     Desperate times call for desperate measures. It also calls for some better tasting juice *makes mommy "you better get that done" eyes at the Ocean Spray company.




Ps. Googling for a cool sounding name for UTIs (what? UTI wasn't dramatic enough) I came up with only
"the newlywed disease".  Among other options of search results was unique child names- Uti.  Why people WHY?  
And now I shall go sip my CranApple and revel in the quietness that only comes at 11:33 pm... if I'm lucky.