Eating Through the Alphabet

I began by eating a cupcake in order to deal with the drama of a playdate gone bad with MO and two other little girls. It seemed like a logical stress reaction to me - stressful playdate, eat a cupcake. Three is NOT a good number for little girls. There was drama, drama, drama. Then, when Hubs did not come home to take the kids to karate, I moved on to Cheetos. I did not realize just how much I'd been looking forward to that hour of solitude until it was taken from me. Whine, whine, whine. Maybe I should've had a glass of wine. It would've helped with what was on the horizon for my evening.



The kids and I hunkered down for a night at home and I'm thinking that the drama is over. Silly, naive Cindy, the drama was just beginning! For one thing, MO wanders in to discuss the whole playdate/friendship/why doesn’t anyone like me thing during my six-minute bath. I take very public baths. In wanders one kid, two kid, red fish, blue fish.... Where is that damn Calgon??? Calgon promised to take me away, yet here I sit in a lukewarm bath with a draft from the door that keeps opening. Later, when Hubs called to say he'd not be home for at least another hour, the kids chose that moment to fight over the last orange sherbet popsicle (picture fists flying and the popsicle becoming airborne). While that is happening, the dog is barfing up a strawberry that she'd swallowed whole. "Love you so much, honey!" I say to Hubs as "Cell Block Tango" from CHICAGO is running through my mind. I finished up the night with a bowl of Corn Flakes.



Apparently, if it started with the letter C, I was going to eat it. I feel great. I feel wonderful. I feel great. I feel wonderful. Wonder what letter of the alphabet I'll eat my way through today?