I have a tendency to get so caught up with what I’m doing in a day… that I forget to eat.
That’s right.
I FORGET.
Never mind that…
- I cook at least 3 times a day to put food into the mouths of others,
- I’m a hardcore foodie, and
- I’m addicted to anything remotely edible…
because sometimes, somehow, I forget to aim all that deliciousness at my own face.
And it’s not like I allow myself to go hungry… nope, I continue to happily go about my day with a skip, giggle, and a smile, until it suddenly hits me…
And I somehow transform into this hideous, drooling, demon… abolishing anything within 1200 feet of my personal space…
My 12 year old is able to immediately recognize this… and boy, is he quick to react. I’d like to believe it’s from years of building & nurturing a strong, trusting bond between us… but let’s be real here… the kid does not want to be eaten alive.
He hurls a buffalo, a boat full of live fish, 9 ladies dancing, and several drums of strawberry cheesecake ice cream my way…
And sure enough, I quickly return to my usual…
This is… normal, right? *cough*
