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I foolishly signed up for a sugar detox thing last week. Except it wasn’t just SUGAR, like the sweet kind, but it was all suGARS…which included grains, fruits, and pretty much EVERYTHING.
I quickly realized that my way of sticking to the diet was simply to not eat. By day 3, I was lightheaded and shaky (not because I was detoxing, but because I was pretty much fasting). So I tried making paleo pancakes. I even went to the store and bought like $10,000 worth of ingredients from an aisle I didn’t even know existed.
THEY WERE FOUL. FOUL. FOUL. FOUL. As in, my kids wouldn’t eat them. As in, even when I drowned them in Log Cabin syrup, the kids still wouldn’t eat them. (And this pin-worthy text on photo recipe swore to me that this was THE BEST paleo pancake recipe.)
So, I quit. I’ve done one of these detox things before. But not with four little kids underfoot. Not with final push #teamjilly stuff going on. Not the week of my birthday.
And you know what? I feel zero percent bad about it.
Quiters SOLIDARITY.
My early bird.
I want to be annoyed with her, except that she’s really just like her mama.
Many mornings, it’s just me and her before the sun gets up.
She “reads” books, colors, play dohs, whatever. Some mornings she bugs me incessantly, but mostly she keeps her bed head to herself.
(Speaking of which…I just heard her bedroom door open…it’s 5:44…I couldn’t have planned that better if I had tried! Ha!)
You know, we’re an imperfect crazy loud bunch.
But we love each other.
And bus pick up is a family affair most mornings.
And I love it. (Although I think Owen is freaking out because Dad is carrying her backpack. So he doesn’t love it as much.)
This girl is so stunning. Inside mostly. Her heart loves service to others and she wants to help often.
I feel the weight of responsibility to train up with this one most these days.
And that hair though.
I had to go to Michael’s for a 75 cent stamp the other day.
And then ALL THE WASHI was on clearance.
Including these cool lazy susan type dispenser doohickeys.
IT’S NOT MY FAULT.
Kindergarten birthday party invitations.
When the kids bring these things home, it’s basically like I’ve just been subpoenaed.
I like my family-centric Saturdays. I don’t like small talk with a bunch of random other parents I don’t know.
I could go my whole entire life without classmate birthday parties.
But she couldn’t.
She had to go.
So we did.
To my delight, I found out it was a DROP OFF party.
I may have squealed inappropriately and high tailed it outta there burning rubber in my mom mobile.
But not before MACKENZIE HAS A SWING IN HER ROOM MAMA!!! CAN WE GET ONE TOO???!!!!
Exhibit B: Why Jeannett Does Not Like These Things.
Beyonce likes to scream at me I WOKE UP LIKE DIS.
And I often sing this around the house.
Right after Jesus Loves Me and all that too. Ahem.
By the way, EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IS NUTS.
Say it with me: This…is…a…THERMOMETER.
Not, in fact, a pregnancy test.
All I was trying to do was be like “yup, it’s cold and flu season. Henry’s got something.” And everyone was all like, “JEANNETT’S PREGNANT?!?!?!”
No. No I am not.
(I texted this pic to Andy at work…just as an FYI because I had mentioned that morning that H felt warm…and he said he freaked out too. Good grief.)
(And then I can’t decide to think it’s cute or think it’s insane that everyone was then bummed out it wasn’t Numero Five-o. Um, y’all come over here for a day and then suggest another. Then we can talk about your bummed outedness.)
Although these two are pretty fun.
I mean, right now. In this particular moment. But probably not 12.8 seconds after this moment. Because by then they were probably BICKERING about something super important like who’s turn it is to chase Owen around the coffee table.
It was my birthday yesterday. And I don’t even really like cake.
Because always cake.
And yes, that’s a vacuum in my backyard.
WHY ARE YOU JUDGING ME?
Your turn!
What’d you do this week?
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In what fresh hell would you do a sugar detox for?! Insanity I tell you!
Bahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
Happy Birthday! I hope you have enjoyed the week. Her hair!! It’s like mine! And, it’s gorgeous. I’m now off to Michael’s in hopes of finding all of that washi goodness. Thanks for the heads up.
Oh my, the pancake story had me cracking up! The healthy stuff does not always taste too good, huh? :) Your daughter’s hair is absolutely gorgeous!! All the other girls will be jealous! ;)
xo Always, Abby
I wouldn’t dream of judging you! I didn’t catch the vacuum in the background the first time, keepin’ it real!
First of all, it totally looked like a pregnancy test! :-)
Second, love everything about the vacuum in the backyard.
And finally, most importantly, Happy Birthday! I hope it’s the best year yet.
Happy Birthday! Lucy is beaUTIFUL!!!! I feel the same about kid birthday parties….
Have a great weekend!!
I have had a vacuum in my yard on more than one occasion. No biggie. :)
I HATE all the chitter-chatter with people I will never hang out with again that happens at birthday parties, too! Same for weddings where I don’t know lots of people. Ugh! Drop off parties are the bomb dot com!!!!! So glad you had that pleasant surprise last weekend!
First of all, I love Owen’s face while looking at the healthy pancakes. GAH.
Second, drop off bday parties are the BEST.
Finally, we’re like birthday sisters, you and me. I’m celebrating my birthday this week too. I hope yours was filled with all the awesomeness you deserve because YOU. xoxo
I bought a paleo book to get some different recipes; the recipe for ‘the best paleo bread EVER’ was a LIE.
But the Orange chicken rocked.
Cheers,
Caryl
I am SO ON BOARD with you about birthday parties. Seriously the worst sometimes (most times).