Needless to say I tossed and turned all night.
Then this morning I wake to discover that my two angel boys ::note thick sarcasm:: had eaten 24 Pop Tarts between themselves during the night.
That's 4800 calories! Not to mention that one of those boxes of Pop Tarts was branded fudge and had been purchased specifically for my own midnight indulgences (at an admittedly slower pace too).
Now this is the part where a good mom would scold her kids and move on, but I honestly don't know what to do with my children. They are food hoarders and it makes me INSANE. I just can't ever seem to drop it because when I find empty boxes of Cheez-its hidden in closets or Worther's Original wrappers stuffed into couches I go NUTS.
"Stop eating everything!!!!!"
I'm probably the only mom in the world whose been known to scream that at their children.
So, I just couldn't drop the Pop-Tarts thing. I just couldn't. I sat there and simmered about it the entire time they were getting ready for school. I sat there and thought about how I had just bought those things yesterday. How I typically don't buy them and how I am NEVER EVER EVER BUYING THEM AGAIN.
The way my children act around snack foods you'd think I never bought them, but I do buy them...more often than I'd like... and I regret it each and every time.
Then Vicbowin says to me, "Well, next time just hide them."
This made me even more angry. Why should I have to hide food in my own house? Seriously? Am I not the parent? Am I not the purchaser of the goods? Why, oh why, then, should I need to hide what I buy? Maybe my kids should just STAY OUT OF THE KITCHEN!
I had all these grand ideas of how I was going to be a great mother who only ever had apples as a choice for sweetness. Instead I've turned into a sulky 30 year old whose miffed because her kids ate her treats.
Which of course, makes me grumpier.
It's a downward spiral and I think I'd rather go back to sleep and try the waking up thing again. Maybe the second time will be better than the first?