Yesterday David took Sawyer and Sage to Target. He called to ask if there was anything I wanted (as if there's enough time in the day to go over THAT particular list). The only thing I could think of? A box of Mike and Ikes.
That's right. Hello. My name is Cheryl. And I'm a sugarholic.
I own it, Internets. I do.
Some of you have a glass (or three) of wine to take the edge off a traumatic day. Some of you drink coffee in the morning to help you face the whine.
Me? I love me my sugar.
Unfortunately, my days of grabbing a handful of sweetness are coming to an end. I'd like to say it's because I'm really trying to get into shape and the sugar is a big sabotager. And I guess it's partly that.
But David told me what Sawyer said when he picked up a box for me.
"Why doesn't Mommy eat healthy food?"
Of COURSE I know kids watch everything I do. I'm sure we've all had a moment where we've heard our child tell another one to "KNOCK IT OFF" in our exact voice. I suppose I was hoping my kids wouldn't notice that I rarely eat fruit because I have a pretty big texture aversion, and that the fact Daddy eats it would cancel me out.
I was wrong.
It's not like I don't eat healthy stuff. I actually do. But I'm so limited on snack food right now that instead of having cheese and crackers or a container of yogurt (strike that, I can't stand the stuff), they *might* see me instead sneak a few cinnamon bears.
Now that I've been busted I have to reform. I will only eat nutritious things - carrots, raspberries - in front of them.
The second they go to bed? I can't promise I won't be diving into my secret stash of mommy's little helper.