My sanity is slipping away.
It has now been six weeks on this all-organic-no-eating-out diet. And up until about 6:18 pm last night, I’d been fine with it. But at that moment, I realized…
I had to cook dinner.
And. I. Am. Over. It.
Ladies, I know you understand where I’m coming from here. Most of the time, we enjoy preparing meals for our family. We love them and we want to feed them healthy, delicious meals that will inspire them to pledge their unending devotion.
And buy us more jewelry.
Because really, it’s all about give and take. I give you food. You give me diamonds. Totally makes sense to me.
Anyway, the monotony of Chris’ favorite question “what’s for dinner” has started to take its toll. 9 times out of 10 I have a plan, seriously, and thus a quick answer to the question but that one time I don’t, that simple question pushes me closer and closer to a break in my organic sanity.
So when Chris asked that question last night, I bowed my head and weakly said, oh, I don’t know (insert whiney, pouting voice here). Chris, revealing his evil plan to overthrow my delicate sanity balance, said Taco Bell?
Oh come on. Once can’t hurt right. I’ll go pick it up. No one will ever know. It’ll be our little secret.
Okay, so he really didn’t say all that but that’s where the conversation went in my head.
He then saved both our souls and said, it’s okay, we can eat sandwiches.
But the damage had been done because last night I very literally dreamed I was eating Taco Bell. With a gigantic DDP.
While most women are dreaming of Hugh or Justin or even a young Redford giving them a foot massage, I was dreaming of eating beefy, cheesy goodness from across the border.
Organic sanity? Gone.
It has now been six weeks on this all-organic-no-eating-out diet. And up until about 6:18 pm last night, I’d been fine with it. But at that moment, I realized…
I had to cook dinner.
And. I. Am. Over. It.
Ladies, I know you understand where I’m coming from here. Most of the time, we enjoy preparing meals for our family. We love them and we want to feed them healthy, delicious meals that will inspire them to pledge their unending devotion.
And buy us more jewelry.
Because really, it’s all about give and take. I give you food. You give me diamonds. Totally makes sense to me.
Anyway, the monotony of Chris’ favorite question “what’s for dinner” has started to take its toll. 9 times out of 10 I have a plan, seriously, and thus a quick answer to the question but that one time I don’t, that simple question pushes me closer and closer to a break in my organic sanity.
So when Chris asked that question last night, I bowed my head and weakly said, oh, I don’t know (insert whiney, pouting voice here). Chris, revealing his evil plan to overthrow my delicate sanity balance, said Taco Bell?
Oh come on. Once can’t hurt right. I’ll go pick it up. No one will ever know. It’ll be our little secret.
Okay, so he really didn’t say all that but that’s where the conversation went in my head.
He then saved both our souls and said, it’s okay, we can eat sandwiches.
But the damage had been done because last night I very literally dreamed I was eating Taco Bell. With a gigantic DDP.
While most women are dreaming of Hugh or Justin or even a young Redford giving them a foot massage, I was dreaming of eating beefy, cheesy goodness from across the border.
Organic sanity? Gone.
Wow, I REALLY want a Baja Chalupa right now. I've been on this strange Taco Bell kick lately, and I don't know why. Didn't eat the stuff for a couple of years, and then...then I discovered the Baja Chalupa. And it was all over.
ReplyDeleteLOL! The last time I had Taco Bell it gave me the runs (sorry about the TMI) and I vowed never to eat it again...but then again, it does taste sooo good going down! I'm so proud of you for resisting the urge!! You go girl!
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