Today Susan Bain called me to tell me that she got the genealogy album in the mail. I walked from the kitchen to the living room (literally yards away) and talked to her for only about five minutes when I heard a crash. I turn around and Ethan is on top of the table. There is my new sugar bowl (yes - from my new set of dishes) broken on the floor. Ethan is covered in sugar from head to toe! The table is also covered in sweet goodness.
"Why was the sugar bowl even out on the table?" Glad you asked. Starting at the beginning of the week, I took sweets out of my diet. That includes candy bars, chocolate, Auntie K's fudge, ice cream, did I mention Auntie K's fudge?... and POP! Yes, the habit that I started when Ethan was born and kept me up all hours of the day. We don't ever buy it when we go grocery shopping, only when I am out and about. Dave even would bring me home one for a sweet gesture. So, what am I drinking instead? Tea! Black tea at that! A small teaspoon of sugar in my cup is all the sugar I get for the day. Let me tell you, it is hard. Maybe the hardest thing I have done next to childbirth.
Enough about my cravings and back to the story... I was still talking to Susan when I took Ethan's clothes off and had him wash his hands. What was I thinking? The bathroom was filled with soap and water in less than two minutes! Then he ran around me in circles in his underwear flying a clean pair of overalls behind him. Man, he sure does know how to try and get my attention while on the phone.