I guess I haven’t quite buried the “my kids will never feel hunger EVER EVER EVER” demon quite yet. Sometimes I feel like I have made so much progress in my perpetual need of protecting my kids from my childhood, and then I look in the pantry. or freezer. And I am like “oh crap. I have some Journaling to do this week”
I have to laugh at myself and some of my quirks because they are a part of my DNA. My family has no choice but to laugh with me OR feel an abundance of gratitude that we will absolutely survive a Zombie Apocalypse. In fact, we may be the “go-to” house for snacks and non-perishables. Well, except for the Ben & Jerrys. That will most likely be gone by then….
This blog is like the ridiculous sweater I bought at Anthropologie a few years ago. It was on sale and the sales lady told me "it looks awesome on you." It's the most bizarre sweater, and whether it looked good on me or not, is highly debatable. Like these blogs, I look at them at say "Yeesh, what was I thinking,," or laugh or bath in their cathartic qualities. The sweater stays for the same reasons.