Mommas are human, too.

Just so my children won't read my journals one day and think I'm nothing more than a health nut or totally obsessed with school at this point in my life...

I woke up this morning in a pissy mood, with cramps, and really tired.

I threw out the quac I made the other day with those 5 beautiful Hass avocados because my palate suddenly didn't like it anymore.

I washed the raw, sprouted quinoa salad down the drain behind it because my body told me that one bowl was enough.

I wanted a Snickers, a Diet Coke, and a birthday cake with more buttercream on it than one man can handle.

No. It's not my birthday.


I had to go BACK to the doc's office for yet ANOTHER shot (MMR this time) since my mumps titer came up short. Thanks, rubeola and measles antibodies, for standing up proud for me.

*gives the evil eye to the mumps antibodies*

I'm premenstrual, have poke marks at SIX different spots on my body - and viruses that have entered my body at random locations with PPD on the left forearm, tetanus on the left deltoid, MMR on the right deltoid, varicella in my left hip, and hepatitis B in my right hip...

I'm moody. I'm snappy. And, DANG IT, I wanted chocolate, caffeine, and pure sugar and would've likely decked anyone who would've come at me with anything organic or raw.


I just inhaled FOUR "fun size" Snickers bars and 3 handfuls of Milk Duds.


Now I want onion rings, and you BET YOUR LIFE I'm going to eat some. Heck, I might dip those guys in chocolate before I eat them, too.


So, yeah. That's my day. I'm human, wouldn't ya know it?