At least in my neck of the woods. Get out there and walk, run, burpee, race, hike, climb, work. Feel the warmth of the sun. Breathe in the fresh air. Close your eyes and be thankful to be alive. Spring is coming!!
It’s 8Am. I’ve yelled at my girls about 20 times already that they need to put their shoes on so we can leave for school. I must be speaking in tongues today. All I can do is yell at this point since I’ve been summoned to find a missing recorder.
"I know it’s here Mom. Remember I was playing it all over the place…" (Insert attitude) Oh yes, I remember.
One daughter is shirtless playing with an ipod, one daughter is stomping around the house, and one daughter has an idea. This should be good.
"Hey Mom, I have an idea." Is it giving up? Because I think about that everyday. (Don’t worry. I mumbled this to myself as I was upstairs in the playroom knee deep in dress up clothes.)
"I think I should get a homework folder. This way I can be organized for school." Great. Something else for me to keep track of.
This morning already started with a left-open-refrigerator-door-overnight cleaning, and yet another conversation about how the child support I receive does not go towards my nursing school even though “daddy says it does.”
Yes, some days I want to give up.
Sugar Detox Cont’d
Today is day 9 without my precious sugar. Yeah, I pretty much look and feel like Gollum right now. The first 3 days were easy. I’ve done this before, many, many times. Once Thursday hit though, I broke down and made gluten free pancakes, the Bob’s Red Mill kind. No offense Bob, but they are about as sweet as my foot. I really tried to not have any gluten free products since they essentially will be treated as sugar, but then I thought, why be a hero.
Anyway, it’s day 9 and if I don’t eat the candy decorated cake in my kitchen (or just even lick the frosting off), I may die. For reals. Why is there cake you ask? Because I’m stupid??? Seriously though, it’s left over from a celebration and my children begged me not to throw it out. So, for them I sit here salivating. I throw everything away or eat it, so I don’t want to fail them this time. Otherwise they’ll blame me in future therapy sessions.
I’m tired too. Did I mention that? So very, very tired. My friend S says I cannot quit. Just 5 more days. My friend E says I can’t quit either. Damn them. I need new friends.