Smoking Confession - Part 2

I very rarely comment on anyone's blog, though I do read several. (I am a world-class lurker) Mostly the blogs I try to keep up with are those written by the neat people at AbsoluteWrite
Water Cooler . This morning, I was reading Vanessa's blog. This entry caught my attention... OK, more than that...

Can I apologize here? I mean, not just for me, but on behalf of every smoker who is/was in denial/rebellion of how smoking affects others.
Seriously, I apologize.

A couple weeks ago, when I started cutting back on my smoking, one of the many reasons was because my daughter came home from school and said that another kid asked her if she smoked. She said NO. He said he was wondering because her bookbag smelled like smoke. HOLY SHIT! Now, I don't smoke in her room, and the only time I even see the thing is when she's on her way out the door or coming home. I didn't realize...well, I've apologized to her, too.

Last night, I grabbed a pajama shirt out of my closet and put it on over a pair of sweats. On the way out to the kitchen, I'm thinking, "What's that smell?" And because I couldn't identify it, I called the kiddo to come sniff me.
She smells the pajama shirt and says, "Mom, it smells like smoke. Now that you're not smoking so much, you can smell it." Good Grief.

I'm embarrassed to be writing this, but awareness is a positive - definitely.

Go outside, John-Boy
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