|Donuts never saw me coming.|
But I go to bed knowing at least the kids are alive. I saw them eat a couple pieces of watermelon and at least three of them had bites of a carrot at dinner time, albeit covered in Hidden Valley Ranch. They thought I was mother of the year when I told them they could bring the classroom bunny home for the weekend (a bunny is a great distraction ploy for a mother who needs to get mounds of laundry and ironing done). I let them eat popcorn during the movie tonight even though they were not allowed on the couch with it.
I got them in bed with the minimum number of books before I crashed in my bed to a beckoning playlist of Modern Family episodes. No, I am not very proud of today. I definitely could have used a do-over at least by the time lunch rolled around. I pray I live to see the morning despite the fat grams I tore up today. I pray tomorrow will be better. It has to be - not just for my kids but at least for the sake of the Entenmanns ailse at the grocery store.