Stumble

Well, it sounded so easy when I decided to do it. Three little weeks without junk.
 At the time though, I hadn't considered those mid morning munchies I often get at around 10:30am, after the morning routines and rush are done with. Nor did I consider the crazy late afternoons, when a hit of chocolate is just what I need to keep going and stay enthused to help with homework and reading. No, I didn't think about that beautiful quiet time at night when reading, watching my favourite show or chatting with my curly haired man and just  a nice drink or some shared chocolate is such a delight.
Nope, didn't consider any of these things. However, each day for the past week I have been able to handle myself and cope............until last night. Yep, I lost it. I completetly lost all self discipline and restraint.

Have you ever had those days when you feel like you're the meanest mum in the world? When no matter what consequences are given out, the children are just wild? Well, that was my day yesterday.
Having a husband who works all day saturday and it raining cats and dogs; yesterday turned into my mean mum day! Admittedly it was my fault in the beginning.

The munchkins seemed happy playing together, so I started scouring the papers for a house to buy. (a whole other post ;) The noise and rabble starting getting louder and louder. I could hear fighting and carrying on. I ignored it and reasoned that it would be good for them to work out their battles once in a while without me. Finally after what I could hear was fast becoming world war status, I got up from my chair in the study and discovered just how they'd worked out their battle.

My kitchen and dining rooms were literally covered in tiny pieces of white stuff. I wondered what it was, until I saw munchkin master 2 eating it. It was bread. I quickly went into the kitchen to not only compose myself before I handed out the consequences, but to quickly find and rescue the rest of the loaf they had obviously found from my shopping expedition that morning. Checking we 'd still have enough for sandwiches at lunch. Of course I did'nt find it, because they had torn the WHOLE loaf into tiny pieces all over my floor!

Upon this realisation, all composure went out the window and I entered into that world war myself and thus my day began. Munchkins angry with their Mummy, Mummy cross with her munchkins.
 After a clean up and some dancing around the kitchen to our favourite tunes, things did get better throughout the day. Still, by the time my curly haired man walked through the door at 8:00pm, I was tired, exhausted and dissapointed in my mothering skills( or lack thereof).

That wise curly haired man suggested a 'break' from the 'no junk' policy, and together we enjoyed M & M's, a handful of chips and a bottle of Patritti. I smiled and enjoyed my man's company before giving up on the day and heading to that more-than-ever inviting bed.

So yes, I stumbled not only with my 'no junk' plan, but also as a Mum. I am however, grateful for forgiving Munchkins, a wise husband, and a new day. Today I am back on my 'no junk' diet, and trying again in the awesome mum stakes ( i can only try!).