So, I'm taking the kids out for pizza this evening, it's a fundraiser for Little Boy's school. You know that means that there will be 501,000 kids there, along with a slew of frazzled parents, with a noise level high enough to make your ears ring later.
Little Boy is excited, naturally, hoping to see lots of his friends...I love events like this...the kind where you can make eye contact over the little heads, nodding to the other moms in a silent "Are you as exhausted as I am?" way. You know that look I'm referring to, it's universal, moms in China have that same look and nod.
There won't be a thing there that is remotely close to being something on my list of acceptible foods from my dietician. I was so happy about losing that pound today, you KNOW it's going to sneak back into my waistline by 8pm. I guess I'll pray to the salad gods that they have provided something somewhat healthy, although I'm not going to be the house on it.
I will, however, place a fairly large wager that my Little Boy is going to have a great time, and that's the whole point, isn't it?