day 2

today was, for a saturday, not too bad, not too good. breakfast was raisin bran with milk. there was a quik trip half coffee half cappucino in there. lunch was a pancake. a really large pancake. a pancake as big as my head with chocolate chips. but no butter or syrup (because when you put chocolate chips in them, you don't really need butter or syrup). i also may have snitched 2 or 3 or 40 chocolate chips while cooking said pancakes. for supper i had 2 bowls of white chicken chili with tortilla chips and a pbj. so i'm very full.

on the other hand, i know where there are two large bags of M&Ms, and i haven't had any. oh, there was also this bowl of fruit loops that i ate. it was a small bowl, until i caught elisabeth walking out of the kitchen with her bowl of the same. so she got sent to the stairs and i ate the rest of hers. mmmn, maybe need to discipline in a way that doesn't sabotage my diet.

i haven't been on the treadmill, but i did run up the stairs really fast to get my keys and had the thought - the folks who start on the biggest loser can't run up stairs like this.

my favorite moment today: i was making the aforementioned pancakes - and it was late for lunch, but in my defense we ate breakfast late (because we got sucked into the black hole in the attic known as the tv and it wiped away all awareness of hunger or physical pain or the need to pee). so a couple cute girls came into the kitchen trying to snitch before lunch. one of them had already fought for and won the right to eat 3 pieces of leftover pizza and was therefore not genuinely starving. and they were trying to sneak away with a box of cereal.

PET PEEVE: PEOPLE EATING BREAKFAST CEREAL ALL DAY AND NOT WANTING WHAT I AM COOKING!!!

so, being the kind, patient, filled with the Spirit of God woman that i am, i beat them over the heads with said cereal box (not hard) and growled and cussed at them in gibberish - which i can't really put in print, not because it's foul, but because it is not any real words. my eldest laughed at me, and when they walked out, said, "i wouldn't want anyone for my mom but you." sigh.

i recently figured out that if there was a report card for being a mom, i would only get one or two A's, one for loving my kids, and one for maybe being fun sometimes. the rest would probably be C's, D's or F's. laundry - D; cooking - C-; homeschool - C+ maybe; health and fitness (see above); dishes - F. but if you look on the back page, where the teacher makes the comments, i think it would say - "Angela has been improving in the area of being poor in spirit, and she is abundant in grace and peace."

grace and peace.