Reality Bites

The kiddo is on Spring Break. I’m working so I let her stay at her BFF’s a few nights and you know I always go overboard preoccupying my alone time and end up in exhaustion. That was my situation when she came home yesterday. All I wanted to do was eat and sleep. However, what I want and what I usually get have always been separate realities. The story of my life.

I get home from picking up my shoes from the cobblers, going to the pharmacy, going to Lowe’s to get a replacement kid for that damn toilet and kiddo wants to do all kinds of crazies. I.e.…shop for a North Face backpack, pick up new Vans, visit Baby Lin, get ice-cream.

I didn’t want to do all that. I didn't want to do anything that required driving or walking. Instead I force us both to watch a really boring movie that made me want to shoot myself. Then we did nails which made my room smell like a chemical factory.

Before her bedtime I went in her room to check on her and she was on the floor doing push ups.

“Kid, what on earth are you doing push ups for?”

“Mommy, do you think I’m fat?”

OH LORD, HERE WE GO. (Millionaire Matcher is coming on any minute!!!)

“Come on, come lay down with me…..No honey you’re not fat. Not even close. You’re a tall girl, you’re GOING to weigh more than the average 4 feet Asian girl. You’re athletic so you’re going to look healthier than those white girls that look like they could use a cracker. You’re perfect baby…but you gotta lay off the McDonalds and pizzas and learn to like Mien food!”

“Gosh, thanks mother?! You know YOU’RE the one providing me McDonalds right?!”

“Ouch. Well you’re young, you can everything you want. Lean towards the healthy stuff but enjoy food…in moderation!””

So contradicting coming from me, the classified binge eater. Now I’m really going to have to set an example of eating healthy at home.

Last night I had a dream that I was a starving African. It’s a long story but basically I was an African princess on a boat with my tribe, we were lost at sea and very hungry. Days later a boat came to the rescue and it was another African tribe’s prince. I left my children and husband for this prince who took me to an exotic island where beautiful fruits where a plenty and we were making a withdrawal at a bank.

In real life...my alarm never went off so I woke up an hour late, alone, ate bacon and rice, and rushed through traffic in my Volvo to my 9 to 5.