The one thing that was worth the rest of the inconvenience was my desert.My husband stuck to his diet and did not eat the bread at the table or have desert. He's such a good boy. I ate the bread AND had desert: a butter pecan milkshake made with vanilla ice cream, caramel, and pecans. It was amazing. I also laughed more tonight than I had in a really long time, which I think was pretty good therapy. Unfortunately, I probably consumed enough calories to last the whole weekend.
At some point soon I am going to have to bite the bullet and get back to eating sensibly and exercising, about which I am decidedly unenthusiastic. I'm fine once I get started, but I have the worst problem committing to giving up the carbs I love: soda, ice cream, Chic-fil-A sauce, bread and butter. Pasta I'm over. Conquered that one since my husband gave it up. Oh, and pancakes. And donuts. I love me a glazed donut or three. Especially on Saturday mornings. On Saturday mornings I get to sleep in and my husband and kids bring me some glazed donuts and a tall, no water, 4-pump, Starbucks Chai Tea Latte. They open my door, leave their offering, and retreat before I eat them as well. If they do, all is well. If they do not, there is suffering. I love Saturdays. I live for Saturdays. Tomorrow is Saturday. It is good to be the Mommy. At least, it has its moments.