“Mom, you just bought that box of donuts this morning. Why are they all gone? I thought you were going to share.”
I heard those words from my eldest boy after he returned from school. (only 4 hours after initial purchase of said box)
I just stared back at him, with no response.
I mean, how do you explain such an unfortunate situation to a kid without causing them to look at you as if you just turned into a crazed lunatic?
The worst part of this all: even after eating that damned box of donuts, I felt no side-effects.
No sick belly. No headache. No sugar crash. Just purely satisfied (and maybe only a little bit guilty)
I know, I’m awesome. Just give me a huge high-five and send me on my way.
It’s pretty clear I have no shame left. (prime example, posting this picture for all the world to see)
I’m just a desperate pregnant lady who wants her donuts. And hamburgers. And ice cream. And all things that no one in their right mind would consume on a regular basis (or ever at all).