"Paige, if in a screechy tone of voice I ask a hypothetical question that you don't dare answer, that's just my personality. However, if I am ranting and raving in the kitchen, and I keep eating string cheese mumbling, 'Something's not right here,' now that's to do with the lack of sugar. If I am in a cleaning frenzy, that's my personality, but if I am opening and closing cupboards urgently but yet I look a little listless, that's the sugar. If I seem alert but your gut is telling you that something could go wrong at any moment, well, I'm sorry, but that's just the way I'm wired. On the other hand, if my eyes are bulgy and I'm scratching at my skin incessantly, you may want to just find me a Three Musketeers in short order."
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Last night, the girls were so naughty at bedtime! Kiki is adjusting to life in her toddler bed, so I freely admit that she has a cry out every now and then. Kate however, thinks it is perfectly okay to get out of her own bed to "rescue" Kiki, take Kiki into Kate's room, and then play. Kiki wanted to sleep in Kate's bed, then her own bed, then Kate started whining about the maldistribution of hugs and kisses on the part of Bruce and I, and before you could say, "DCFS Speed Dial," I snapped. By this time it was quarter after ten (!), and since I get up at 4:45 to make it to the gym, I was MAD. I went to Kate's door and gave it a bang with the flat of my hand. Unfortunately, I hit the one spot on the door that had been repaired by the previous owner (apparently a graduate of the school of half-assed repair jobs) , and it was straight putty and maybe a piece of cardboard. Of course when I whacked it then, putty dust and shards flew everywhere.
It looks like I morphed into the Incredible Hulk and punched the door, but no. I started to laugh, but then I remembered that I was extremely aggravated so I got back into character. I threatened Kate and Kiki within an inch of their very lives that if they did not assume a sleeping position and do so in silence that the ramifications would swift and furious. They must have believed me because peace reigned within minutes. I'm so glad Paige is coming tonight so she can deal with this crap. Of course, when she comes, the report is always, "They were fine! They just climbed in bed on their own and fell asleep by eight."
Here's what I will try tomorrow night.
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The addictive property of sugar vs. cocaine was tested on rats. Sugar is more addictive by far; it was in a scholarly journal.
You are a brave woman.
wow!! we really must be related b/c i am giving up no sugar until thanksgiving as well AND i was thinking about making a similar post on my own blog. no lie. it's something i've been toying with all evening. of course, i am not as strong as you, and i am giving up sugar and not eating after 7 p.m. come nov. 1. i like halloween candy too much to attempt to start today. more power to you! i've done it before. i hope i can do it again. i'm trying to get an early start on my weightloss goals for 2009 since 2008's have gone by the "weigh"side. sorry, tmi! any how, now that i have told you may be i won't need to make a blog post after all. . .we'll see. i may need to share with the world to shame myself into being strong. good luck sugar-less, sister! i may be calling you for a pep talk.
You pretty much described bedtime at our house, only the names were changed. I haven't punched any holes in the wall...yet. If I was sugar free, I surely would have though.
Here's how my latest conversation would have gone if I had actually used the speed dial option:
Them: Hello, DCFS, are you a family in crisis?
Me: Yes, I am a lady in crisis. I have two children who are coloring on my hardwood floor and my cat just threw up on the clean laundry.
Them: Well, are your children safe?
Me: Who gives a shit? I haven't had a shower in three days and I'm scraping puke off underwear that should have been thrown away two years ago.
Them: Mam, I'm sending an officer over to check things out.
Me: Good, tell him to step on it cause I could use a good night's sleep in the slammer with some other mothers who know just what I'm talking about. (in the background you can hear children crying and saying that they need more cheese)
Been there. Lived it. Still paying the fine.
P.S. Got any more of those cages? I'll trade you some canned goods for a hook-up.
Too bad we are next door neighbors because I leave my windows open at night and when I scream threating things to my kids you could just say ditto to yours!!!
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