Momma is hurting. Not mentally or spiritually but literally physically hurting after a weekend of excessive food and drink. Sometimes I have a serious lack of, geez I can’t even think of the word because I’m a bit fuzzy this morning. Willpower, yeah, that’s it. Willpower, power over my will to just say no to that last drink, that last snack… I feel nasty, and heavier. Welcome back last two pounds I had lost, we miss you around these parts. But it was worth it because…
We had a night out sans HJ on Friday. Our babysitter, a French girl (whose mother is American) came over right as we were pumping HJ full of apple juice because he was suddenly having stomach pains, and I knew it was because he was constipated. Luckily I learned that the babysitter had never changed a diaper before, and since HJ was in bedtime mode was sporting a pull-up. Launch a quick diaper tutorial, me in English, French babysitter in complete confusion.
Upside is we got to change him before we left. Downside is that out meal was horrible. The company was great; a colleague of Papa’s was in town and looking to expense a dinner. Who are we to deny free food? But our first run-in with foie gras was disturbing (I feel evil for consuming it), followed by a substandard salmon tartar, and a yummy (but excessive) desert. And an aperitif, and wine. Did I mention there were two semi-brawls at the brassarie? And a pregnant woman drinking and smoking (and yes, I was judging).
When we arrived home, I asked French babysitter, “So how did he do?” (meaning how did HJ do, you know the one you were caring for, my only child). French babysitter replies, “Oh…. I had some of your pasta, some crab meat, some cheese. I hope that was okay.”
“Yup, fine. How did our son do?”
“Great, he never woke up.” Followed by a $50 euro payment and an official night out sans bebe under our belts. Meanwhile a bunch of 20-something friends of French babysitter probably think it’s weird that the Americans are grilling her regarding what she ate. And I’m curious to see what my telephone bill looks like.
Saturday was surreal… a Paris blogger party (more on that later). But you get the point, more excess. And Sunday was Father’s Day…. yup, you guessed it. More excess.
So I’m officially on Day 1 of 9 of this:
Three days of reduced eating followed by five days of cleansing, consuming only organic apple juice, strained veggie soup, and some quality time with, well, the toilet. Next Monday I’ll give you a watered down interpretation of the cleanse.
How was everyone’s weekend? Anyone else drink or eat too much in honor of the man in their lives?