The past two weeks have been filled with family, rest, excitement, disappointment, friends, and junk food. Major emphasis on the junk food. With the lack of a schedule, gift cards to eat out and numerous get togethers, the end of this break finds me feeling extremely unhealthy. My insides hate me. I could go into detail on that, but I'll spare you from throwing up in your mouth.
So friends, I come to you wanting advice. I know many of you have done types of detoxes in the past, and I want the skinny on what you have discovered about them. I want to detox my body. Any detox. Throw one my way, please. I know my body reacts positively to cutting back my gluten intake, but I need more than that. Are you picking up what I'm putting down?
Back to this weekend. It was slow, hard and easy all wrapped into one. Friday found me feeling a bit too old and serious about this life of mine, so when I read about parents who "accidentally" fall into their children's bath, with their clothes on, I knew it was a must.
I did it. It was glorious. Kinley was worried about me at first, asking me if I was okay. Then she turned all giddy and demanded I stay in the tub and play with her. She was still talking about it the following morning at breakfast. If you find yourself needing some help in the care free and easy part of life: Just. Do. It. Your clothes will dry, I promise.
Saturday Uncle Kevin came over with movies. We talked, and I lost two games of UNO. Him and Steven cheated. Really, they did.
Later that evening we had friends over for pizza and pop. The kids ran around dropping pizza and brownie crumbs from one end of the house to the other, fought over toys and loved each other a little here and there.
Us adult folks talked about life and all it's wonderfulness and crapiness. That about sums up the extent of our three hour conversation. Did I mention I ate three pieces of pizza, brownies smothered in chocolate and vanilla ice cream and three glasses of pop? Did I mention my insides hate me? Detox time people!
Today we skipped church (gasp!) and I slept in until 10:30. I peeled myself out from under the covers, in all my pizza and pop hangover glory, and drank my first cuppa joe at eleven. It's like I was living someone else's life, y'all. We mosied around, got all cleaned up, and headed to Great Wolf Lodge to celebrate my nieces 5th birthday.
The girls played so well together. It melted my heart. There is something about girls being sweet instead of sassy that soothes this mama heart of mine. Did I mention I need to detox? We ate chips covered in queso, french fries smothered with cheese and bacon dipped in ranch, hot wings and cupcakes.
I hope your weekend found you living care free, having meaningful conversations with friends and hugging the necks of those you love.
Tomorrow I'm going to sweep the last brownie crumb from the floor and make my insides love me again. Really, I am.