OK, so I have a confession to make: Yesterday we collectively fell off the proverbial wagon. You see, following the wonderous and magical family meal at the mall earlier, which practically left me in tears at the realisation that I was on the road to salvation, we were too full to think about eating anything substantial for dinner. I had bought the children a tent in Carrefour so they were busy gathering sleeping bags and torches so that they could camp out for the whole night and had little or no interest in eating. Then, at about 7pm somebody suggested ice-creams in the tent and I must admit I complied. Then nine year old girl noticed a tube of Pringles in the cupboard (left over from the babysitter the night before) and so supper suddenly became Pringles and ice-cream.
It was a small slip-up but since I was curled up with my laptop and a bottle of wine, I really couldn't bring myself to care enough to insist they ate a balanced meal before settling down for a hard nights camping outside the French doors. By 9pm four-year-old boy and eight-year-old boy had had enough of nine-year old girl's bossiness and came inside again to watch American Idol (they're smart enough to know that my earlier insistance that they go to bed begins to diminish the further I get through the bottle of wine and by 10pm I'm actively insisting they cuddle up beside me on the sofa).
This morning the hardened campers arrived in hungry from their nights endeavours and settled down in front of sugar free puffed wheat (her) with honey (no argument at all) and oatmeal (him), which she remarked looked like babyfood resulting in his refusal to eat it (she has an annoying habit of telling them that what they're about to eat resembles something they hate meaning they won't touch it...it's a constant argument in the house).
Later I shall cook something substantial, following a recipe, but only after I've visited the dentist to have some fillings refilled (another kind legacy from years of dieting and binging-- a mouth full of fillings!) Joy!
It was a small slip-up but since I was curled up with my laptop and a bottle of wine, I really couldn't bring myself to care enough to insist they ate a balanced meal before settling down for a hard nights camping outside the French doors. By 9pm four-year-old boy and eight-year-old boy had had enough of nine-year old girl's bossiness and came inside again to watch American Idol (they're smart enough to know that my earlier insistance that they go to bed begins to diminish the further I get through the bottle of wine and by 10pm I'm actively insisting they cuddle up beside me on the sofa).
This morning the hardened campers arrived in hungry from their nights endeavours and settled down in front of sugar free puffed wheat (her) with honey (no argument at all) and oatmeal (him), which she remarked looked like babyfood resulting in his refusal to eat it (she has an annoying habit of telling them that what they're about to eat resembles something they hate meaning they won't touch it...it's a constant argument in the house).
Later I shall cook something substantial, following a recipe, but only after I've visited the dentist to have some fillings refilled (another kind legacy from years of dieting and binging-- a mouth full of fillings!) Joy!
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