Chocolate Party

Earlier today I wrote a down-in-the-dumps post that I thought best to abandon. Instead of hitting publish, I walked into my kitchen and found some chocolate and things started looking up. This is probably TMI, but we're all girls, right? My hormones have been whacked since Annabeth was born, such that I cannot predict when my melancholy, irritability, ravenous appetite, and poor body image is going to take over. But let's go back to the topic of chocolate.

Yesterday I accidentally mentioned getting frozen yogurt to my kids before I knew if I was serious about it or not. I'd been out all day, it was freezing cold, and the kids were tired from school, so I changed my mind and pointed the car home. Jackson was not shy in sharing his devastation at my change of plans. And, truly, I felt bad that I'd made such a rookie mistake.

So I did two things. First, I spent about five minutes making a chorus of fake flatulence for my kids. They quickly forgot all about the fro-yo and Jackson was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Those of you who do not have sons may not understand my actions. Let me tell you that having a little boy will cause you to do and experience many things you could have never imagined.

The second thing I did to console my children was promise to have a chocolate party at home. This was a huge hit, especially with my hormones. I made hot chocolate and each one of us had a bowl with a brownie (thanks, Nancy!), a few M&M's, and two chocolate wafer cookies. It was a chocolate extravaganza. Call me Wilhemina Wonka. Annabeth was really into the M&M's but she didn't know what to think about eating the brownie. Instead, she held it up to her ear like a phone and started talking to Bibby. I ended up having to dig some brownie remnants out of there.

By nighttime I had descended into such a bad mood that I felt it best to end the day early. Maybe it was a chocolate hangover. At any rate, I was asleep by 8:30. My body clock was very confused and woke me up at midnight, which is when my mind decided spend an hour analyzing a recent conflict and panic about something stupid I said on Twitter. I think I'll go to bed later tonight.

It just wouldn't be right if I didn't continue this week's theme of copying others. Kristen and Jamie say it's national de-lurking day. So if you're not a regular commenter, I'd love to hear from you! Are we connected by a mutual friend? Or by a second cousin? Or by the Spanish National Honor Society of Cypress Falls High School? Or by our love of red and white polka dot blog backgrounds? Or by an unreasonable fear of wind and tornados? Whatever it is, don't feel weird. You couldn't possibly be weirder than me. Just say hi!