Son of a Gun! Finally there's an mainstream media explanation of good eating, this is why I eat huge volumes of food yet don't gain weight. This is such a big, non-glamorous DUH. I've taught my children to eat this way as well, they seem to use junk food as a rebellion when they grow up and move out but it beats crack cocaine as a choice of I'll show her.
My fifth graders drank nasty sodas, ate meat, and other non whole grains...crap they aren't used to digesting, when they were on their trip, and all three are home puking this morning, Chuy tried to make it to school, but vomited on the way there.
We're going to have a hunker down, low-key weekend where we can all reconnect and get back into their routines.
Last Sunday I wore two different black shoes to church, prompting smart alecks to remark, "We didn't even know you had two pairs of shoes."
Preston's Mom, Edith, sat with us and either didn't notice my mismatched shoes, or chose to just not point it out. Heck, I was already at church, it wasn't like I'd have run home to change or anything.
Dr. G is coming this morning. Instead of my kids dreading him coming here as "therapy" they look to him more as a confidant, someone to help them process stuff, to understand life. We are so fortunate that he comes here, so emotionally nonthreatening to my scared-rabbit children.
1 comments:
aww poor babies. I hope they are all feeling better soon. They need a junk food detox. I bet they will be so happy to have mommas home cooking again after all that junk.
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