i like to tell myself that i don't gorge on sweets, but it isn't true. they soothe me. kids throwing tantrums at the same time? have a caramel. ahh. endorphins. kids making a ginormous mess by dumping out every toy they own five minutes before daddy comes home? scarf a tootsie roll. more endorphins. kids refusing to listen when you've asked them a bajillion times to sit down/be quiet/stop that/come here/insert-your-request-here? devour a cookie.
and if i don't have any of those sweets in the house? make some. or a handful of chocolate chips will do. there really is something about candy-induced endorphins that make a difficult day just a little bit easier to handle.
in other news, our kids were away at their grandparents' place for four days. four days. four.
and we accomplished nothing. aside from getting sleep, that is. and watching tv when i wanted to and eating all my meals in the living room. okay, i made a few christmas cards. and tim worked on his thesis. but that's it. i had this huge to-do list that i was going to conquer and nothing got crossed off of it.
and you know what? i needed the break. so i refuse to feel guilty about it.
just like i refuse to feel guilty about gorging on sweets every now and then. that's all there is to it.
1 comments:
everything you said you did in your whole post sounds AWESOME. :) Love you, Robino :)
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