So, I did great yesterday, food wise, until the end of the day...I even brought lunch with me to the bowling alley so I wouldn't be tempted to eat something fatty and fried from the snack bar while the kids enjoyed their pizza party. Arriving home, we saw the neighbors were having a St Patty's Day party and Michael went over to play with the other kids. He rushed home at dinnertime to see if he could eat there as well. Seeing as I had made a pot of spicy white bean soup, which he would've had zero enthusiasm for and plenty of criticism, I ushered him back out the door to enjoy golden Leprechaun chicken nuggets and I supped my soup in peace, happily engrossed in the Prisoner of Azkaban during this Harry Potter weekend.
Our realtor had called earlier in the morning to schedule a showing for that evening. I checked with the neighbors to see if Bug could hang out a little longer while the people came through, piled three dogs in the car and scooted to the end of our cul de sac--the perfect spot to eye spy on our visitors. They didn't stay long--with two little ones, the house is likely too small for what they need.
Back in the house and retuned to Harry, I hollered over at Bug to come home at eight. Church in the morning and he needed a shower before bedtime. These neighbors and their parties...Charlene sent him home with a "Bucket of Gold" (cutest little plant pot with a rainbow of pipe cleaners tied as a handle and filled with golden wrapped peanut butter cups and Ghiardelli eggs....) We sat in the kitchen as he divied up his stash, he shared his treasure with me--I love my Bug! So I shot the day sucking peanut butter out of chocoate cups, snuggied next to my sweet boy. What's a few extra calories in light of a precious moment like that?
I went to bed excited that I'd get to run in the morning--how I've missed that! I get to run today! And the chocolate is all gone...so...it should be a better caloric day anyway!
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.