This morning, as my almost-three-year-old whined and cried and wiggled around her bed screaming, "I'M SO SWEEEEEPPPPYYYYYYYY!!!!" (dear Lord, may she never be a teenager...) and my 18-month old threw himself on the floor in a tantrum because he couldn't play with the other one's Teddy (dear LORD, may no one ever TOUCH THE TEDDY!) I knew it was going to be a long day.
Some days I praise Jesus for work. And that moment when the daycare door closes behind me in the morning? It's like I can hear the HALLELUJAH CHORUS in my head. I love the 15 minute drive to work, listening to the radio, drinking my coffee. It's a good thing.
But, soon enough, the work day is over and I pick up my children. There is that amazing 30 seconds where they are so happy to see you, and run to you, faces smiling, arms wide open, as they just about take you out like a linebacker.
Best 30 seconds of the day. Because the other 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 30 seconds are filled with whining, crying, and calls for "Chee-yos". And plus some more crying and whining. What's a mom to do?
ANSWER: chocolate.
As soon as bedtime hits, I am in the cupboards, fridge, freezer, you name it in search of the elixir of life. (Okay, sometimes coffee is the elixir of life. But mostly it's chocolate.)
This.Is.Not.Good.
Sometimes I like to pretend that all those antioxidants in chocolate mean that the calories don't matter.
Heh heh.
But really, who I am kidding? Not the scale, that's for certain. So, therefore, I have a new mantra:
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the cravings.
I feel like this will be a prayer God will answer, yes?
About Me
- Alaina
- I have two kids - a girl and a boy - and live in north-central Minnesota, land of snow and ice. Well, for 9 months of the year, that is. I work full-time for a local government, and on my "free time" I enjoy cooking, baking, hanging out with my kiddos, and RELAXING.
