Food Coma

Yesterday in 2 words? Food coma.

It’s true. It was an all day affair, mostly by accident.

During Sunday night, V had a major nighttime hysteria. He woke up shrieking, sounding just terrified. My alarm clock said 11:00. I had foolishly stayed up past 10 pm (which is just lame to even admit that it’s too late for me… ignore me). I hadn’t been asleep for too long and that seemed to be a disadvantage to me waking up.

Finally, I noticed what was going on in the other room and went to get the shriek monster. Oh my, was he ever upset. Tear tracks down his little plump cheeks. Gasping. Still crying. Ugh.

“Are you ok?”

“Ok Mummy”.

“Whats wrong?”

“So sacr”.

“What? What honey?”

“So sacr”.

He was ‘so scared’. Of the dark. Oh my god, how awful. Neither of us slept well after that. He was afraid to go back to his room, he kicked me when he was in our bed and so finally we went back to his room where I whispered things like this to him…

“Tomorrow? After we sleep and wake up? You and Mummy are going to get waffles”.

“Yes! Ok!”

“And then? We are going to go to the library and look at books”.

“Yes Mummy. Lie-bawee! Ok!”

“And the we’ll snuggles and watch a movie? Ok? Ok. Vincent go night-nights because Mummy and Vincent have a busy day tomorrow!”

“Ok Mummy. Sleepy sleeps…”

And so we started our day off with waffles at Waffle House. So. Good. I ate bacon (diet be damned!). I ate Vincent’s bacon too. He got mad at me and said “No Mummy! Mine!” and then I felt a wee bit embarrassed. But whatever, he’s two and I’m the Mummy. I can steal his bacon if I so desire…

And then we went home, I made pumpkin pie and prepped dinner. And forgot to eat. So on our way to pick up the last few things for dinner, we stopped at McDonald’s and shared french fries (with a lot of ketchup and a diet coke… (I told you this was the day my diet f’d off…).

And then I ate roast beef, roasted potatoes, gravy, yorkshire pudding and pumpkin pie with whipped cream and Talenti Tahitian vanilla gelato. Dude.

Food coma. I never eat food like this. Especially not in the last month. I am being rather strict about what I eat. And drink. and eat. Very strict actually. And with good results, as so far I’ve lost about 10 pounds. Holla!

(Although after last nights dinner, I probably gained it all back)

I slept like crap. So did Edward (surprisingly for a vampire). Too much food. And V slept like crap too (although he hated everything I made and had yogurt and jello for dinner, so it wasn’t the food). It was the first night using a night-light to illuminate the room and apparently that is an open invitation to wake Mummy up multiple times while Daddy sleeps on oblivious (as all of them do) to everything…

Tonight I am apparently having Food Coma Part Deux. But perhaps I will have better luck in the sleep department? Or a certain small person will??

Off to drift away on my pumpkin pie pillow dreaming of properly risen Yorkshire puddings delicately laced with gravy…

xoxo a.m.

Five

Five is the number that we celebrated yesterday.

Yup. That’s right. M and I hit the big 5. It kind of feels like a deep inhale and long and thorough exhale. One of those yogic ones where literally no breath is left in your body. A thorough oxygenation of your physical being. We are now ready for some heavy-duty relationship stuff. Maybe another baby. Maybe another dog?

It will be quite interesting to see what the next 5 years brings.

We always eat at some crazy fancy kind of restaurant for these sort of events. M always picks. He likes to surprise me too, so I never know where we are going. That makes it extra fun for both of us.

Last night?

Reservations at California Grill, on the 15th floor of the Contemporary Resort at DisneyWorld. And storm clouds were a’rollin’ in  as we were heading up and being seated. M had asked for a window seat and so there we were…noses pressed to the glass (me mostly) as we took in the gorgeous view of the Castle in the distance and the lights of Disney spread out all around. And those storm clouds. And then the rain. And the crazy Floridian lightning.

Dinner:

Spicy Kazan Roll . . . Crab, Shrimp, Bay Scallops, Tuna, and Fireball Sauce

Crispy Chicken with Leek and Manchego Fondue, Truffled Whipped Potatoes, Pinot Noir Chicken Glaze

Oak-fired Filet of Beef with Tillamook Cheddar Gratin, Broccolini, and Teriyaki Barbecue

One amazing cheese course, several unbelievably expensive glasses of wine and the most ridiculous dessert finished the night off.

Food coma are the best 2 words to describe what I fell into when we got home. Apparently there was a rip-roarer of a storm last night. However I was firmly under in the land of truffle scented potatoes, rich Merlot, cypress leaf wrapped cheese and medium rare filets. No wonder I didn’t wake up at all.

Mmmhmmmm, I sure do love these fancy dinners.

As we were heading to the elevator on our way back down from food bliss, I noticed a little something on my calf. A bright red band-aid, right next to my pretty shoes. It went quite nicely with my pretty dress, my borrowed handbag and my freshly shaved legs. The life of a fulltime working Mum is such that shaving my legs is relegated to the back corner of ‘things to do’.

And that is probably why I cut myself while I was shaving yesterday. It was like I was 12 years old all over again, t felt like it had been that long. And my legs agreed. It was a long shower.

I think the gorgeous diamond earrings from my husband of five years made up for that ridiculous band-aid though. Right?

As I am still recovering from my food coma, I’ll cut this short…

xoxo a.m.