While my life has taken a few new twists and turns, I’ve done my best to post when I could and keep you updated on my latest photo sessions, but I’ve had little time to post the fun and quirky antics I’m accustomed to sharing. I could compare the last several months to trying to pull a t-shirt with a small neck hole over my head and while I couldn’t really see and my arms have been flailing over my head, I’ve yanked the t-shirt off and I can see (breathe) again. So I thought, what kind of a post shall I start off with now that I’ve regained some of my time and energy back? I know…a confession.
This morning I searched for something to eat in the cupboards and the fridge, and low and behold, nothing could be found. Amidst the ketchup, relish, brats, pickles, and frozen deserts still left over from the housewarming party, I could find nada to satisfy my hunger at 8:00 a.m. But then it appeared out of nowhere, which happens a lot when I look in the fridge: one package of cocktail wieners and one container of crescent rolls (reduced fat mind you). Pigs in a blanket! But for breakfast? Doesn’t seem practical I thought and would only be acceptable should we have guests over or some other occasion. But my stomach grumbled and soon my fingers were rolling dough over cheddar-filled beef.
In less than 15 minutes I had prepared two dozen mini, unconventional breakfast sandwiches (so I told myself) and all was right with the world. As I ate my eighth one, I thought I’d admit to myself that this was a craving. Mainly because I know prior to pregnancy I would never have thought to make these for breakfast, and because I began to think about how I could never tell anyone how many I actually ate. Shame is a good indicator of a craving.
But Matt was traveling and no one would ever see the evidence so I felt guilt-free until I looked down…
It’s true what they say, someone is always watching. But this one could be paid off for her silence, I’m sure of it.