The Road to Obesity is Paved with Fast Food

I won! I won! I looked temptation right in the eye (actually it was about a mile and a half away, but still), and said "Not today, sucker!" Here's what happened. The little one woke up at 7:15. I woke up starving. Got her up, dressed, and in her chair eating breakfast while I went to get dressed. It's now 7:50. I woke up the big one. All the while, the little one is shouting from downstairs, "Mama, Maaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Mooooommmmmmmmyyyyyy!" Run downstairs, throw some more food at the little one, so I can help the big one get up, get dressed, teeth brushed, hair combed (which when you have two curly haired monsters is quite a task), and styled as directed by the "princess". Then we head downstairs, put the finishing touches on getting ready. This includes a new pre-school ritual of writing my daughter a note (which she dictates and tells me what to draw on it) so she doesn't feel sad at school. That's a whole other post unto itself! Socks on. Shoes on. Alright, we're ready.

OH CRAP! THE DOGS! I hate when my husband is out of town (thank God it's not very often) and those mangy mutts become my responsibility in the morning. It's now 8:17. Did I mention school starts at 8:30 and we don't live right next door to it? Dogs out. Dogs fed. Dogs crated. Coats, hats, mittens. Damn this 25 degree weather! 8:26. Getting in the car, phone rings, don't know the number, don't answer it. Everyone is strapped in, ready to go. Check voicemail from unknown number. "Ms. Harrison, this is the child development center. We're going to have to close today because of a water main break." WHHHHHAAAAATTTT?!?!!?

OK...regroup. Tell my daughter there's no school. She starts crying. Again, WHHHHAAAATTT?!?! This is the same child who just spent the whole time getting ready telling me she didn't want to go to school today. Now what!? Did I mention that I am still starving!!?!? Here's where the temptation comes in. What I really want to do is drive the mile and a half to McDonald's (I mean the car is already running and everything), get a sausage biscuit and a HUGE Diet Coke, which is exactly what I would have done a week ago. I know it will make everything all better. I just know it. I sit. I sit. One kid is yelling "OUT." The other is saying, "GO-OOOOO."

I sigh. I get out of the car, unload the troops and go inside to eat a very fibrous muffin and some yogurt. One point me! Zero points obesity. For now.