Ok, we've talked about the fact that I a-v-o-i-d conflict at all costs. I'm avoiding.
I had to come in my room, shut the door. And tell you? I had to give myself a time-out before I gave someone bigger than me a Time Out (or tried to).
Argh. Since when is it okay to give my children butter and sugar sandwiches? (umm..and gross!) Not to mention we have a child who doesn't get sugar on anything. Spenda. Sub in Splenda.
Apparently he grew up eating butter and sugar sandwiches, and he's decided at ages 10, 9, and 4, that our children should eat these. Umm..since I contributed 50% off their DNA, and donated a WOMB for nine months to EACH of them, I should maybe get a say about what their teeth and tummies consume?
Oh, and let's just throw in the fact that one of the hungry kids has diabetes? No amount of mad was going to get me anywhere. I hate that feeling. He'd already smeared thick butter, and moved my gigantic sugar bowl (that alone freaks me out!), over by the bread (since he didn't use a plate)..need I go on? No? Ok, I'm done.
I'll just pray for peace to come over me. The sandwiches have been consumed, and my daughter came to say good night (since she knew I was freaking out), and the damage is done. How do I convey the message that cupcakes at a (social) party are okay (so she isn't humiliated or singled out), but straight sugar at home is N.O.T.?
Thanks for listening. : ) I'll try to have a happy face on tomorrow.
17 hours ago