2009-03-10

Anyway, we have entered the time on my food pitfall calendar commonly known as Shamrock shake time. I never ever eat at McDonalds anymore, so I rely on the signs outside to tell me about the shakes. I used to grab the occaisional happy meal when I was late for lunch or something. But you know, I think my kids have been there to eat a grand total of 3 or 4 times in their entire lives. Not eating meat makes a difference in what they would eat there, although now I think they'd do ok with the chicken nuggets, but it has almost become a point of pride. BUT the one thing that they love (well two actually) are the fries and a shamrock shake. Meaning that this time of year they BEG for that and then usually I end up with them at the pediatricians office with them BEGGING me to go to McDonalds, so I'm depriving them of American kid culture (the happy meal) and I'm not getting credit for it either. But I digress.

The point of this is that I have been craving those minty high calorie delights on a semi-regular basis and have ended up giving in on average of once a week. Every time I do though I feel like my jeans get a little tighter. Next time though will most likely be the last for the season. I think I'll get fries with that.

I spent a lot of time this year trying to figure out how I could get my minty fix without bringing the girls into it. My ideas included: getting one in the morning while they were at school, getting one on the way home from work on Tuesday after they are asleep, getting on as I go into work, sneaking out on my lunch break at work. Clearly work is going to make me fat. Anyway, husband nixed the morning idea saying--really? you'd drink a mint shake before LUNCH? I didn't really think that was a big deal until he said it with a tone that implied I was a junkie. (I'm not but I am devious--I ran on Sunday and ditched the girls with MIL so I could shower--then on the way home I stopped off for a shamrock shake that I hid in the freezer until after they went to bed. I'm also persuasive, MIL got one yesterday because I had told her of my sneakiness.)

My husband has been away for a few days (hence the MIL story above) and while I always have trouble sleeping when he is gone, last night was the worst. Last night something knocked a candle off the fireplace mantle and it fell onto the CO detector, pulling it from the wall and making it go off. I'm still baffled about how it fell--no one was on that level of the house. So I didn't sleep for at least an hour after that. The lack of sleep is not helping my latest parenting fail either. I find that when we are out, I have at least one girl--usually Emily, but not always--who pushes things. So for example, we went to see the butterfly exhibit at the gardens and Emily was jumping in front of people gathered around to get pictures of this gorgeous new butterfly they have this year. I told her "Emily, back off, leave that butterfly alone." She ignored me. I said it again, adding that it wasn't nice to jump in front of people. She still didn't listen or even acknowledge me. So I said EMILY, did you hear me? She turned and GLARED at me. And looking back on it, we should have left. Instead I'm the mom Whining/screaming about how you need to listen to me missy. Man I hate that about myself.

Ending is also hard for me, but I have things to do today--so TTFN.

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