Jack, who is 12: My tongue tastes funny.
Me: It's probably scurvy. You should eat a piece of fruit.
Jack: How about an orange pop. Can I have that?
Me: Sure, why not?
If I hadn't almost barfed at hot yoga this morning that conversation may have had different undertones. Or overtones.
I feel less than invigorated and it's because the food at Christmas is so very tasty. The madness needs to stop.
Stop the madness, I say.
Time for a green smoothie and a vitamin. For everyone. And maybe a nap.
Yes, a nap. That sounds delightful. But apparently I made some inane promise to take the children to the mall.
As if I haven't hated on myself enough today. Remember? I went to the hot yoga.
It was almost catastrophic.
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