I was a mess today. First of all, I was exhausted the whole day. Like heavy-eyelids, saggy cheeks, humpback posture kind of tired. It probably didn’t help that my son decided to wake me up this morning at the deepest part of my REM cycle with a loud “BOO!” or “YEEACHA!” or “WATER BUFFALOS UNITE!” or whatever the F* he said. I don’t know, I didn’t hear specifics (sleeping deep – see above), but I certainly did have a response to the loud scream in my ear. And then, the day began.
There *was* hunger this morning which was novel and fun, but I couldn’t exactly take advantage of it by scarfing down some heavy scones with a large latte. One can dream, right? Nope, it was eggs & veg again. Sigh. At least tomorrow is Saturday which of course means…..bacon!! I should have actual time in the morning while my muffins (mmm, muffins) munch cereal and stare at the cartoon box. I CAN COOK BAAAACON. Maybe I’ll skip all the other stuff and just eat that for breakfast with a piping hot coffee. Sold! I’m back on board with this challenge!
Once I scarfed the vegg mix (like how I did that? veg+egg=vegg=i am a TOTAL GENIUS) and a sip of coffee, it was off to camp. There was actually a window in between camp for one boy and pool for another, so we came back home and I had a little more of the vegg. I tried to convince my toddler to nosh it with me, but he wouldn’t, um, bite. And he usually eats everything ESPECIALLY if mommy is eating it! But he rolled his eyes at me when he saw me wave another limp spinach leaf in his face and walked away. After breakfastredux, I needed another coffee (#2) and my new-favorite-dont-stop-me-ever treat, a spoonful of almond butter. I know this is probably wrong on many levels of the Whole30 challenge (except the important one, which is the actual FOOD, so shove off), and I know I probably shouldn’t be doing this after every meal. But I love it and am doing this after every meal. You shall not convince me to stop.
After the pool was a crying-jag-in-place-of-nap which was most unwelcome, thus another coffee (#3) while toddler&me continued our day as if no nap ever needed to be. More boy stuff….blah blah blah….a disgusting incident I will save for my parent friends since anyone reading this while being childless might actually die of horror…..dinner, bedtimes, more grogginess and crankiness by me. In fact, just as I sat down to yet another coffee (#4*) — *decaf, this time, but still giving me the illusion of a pick-me-up — my younger munchkin woke up like 9:30pm was the start of his new day and please would I come get him.
What does all this boringness mean to you? It means that Whole30 has yet to bestow upon me its magic source of energy. That I was tired as F* today, felt blargy and heavy all day, even while crunching carrots and pickles and peas. And that the only saving grace is that tomorrow with my BAAAACON I can have a coffee. A LARGE coffee.