Two (and a half) Things, Possibly Connected

So you know that ridiculous cake I made for book club? The filling uses Nutella, which is mysteriously absent from all grocery store shelves near me. Maybe there's a hazelnut shortage - but considering there is far more palm kernel oil than hazelnuts in Nutella, who knows what happened. Anyway, they have a German hazelnut chocolate spread in the 25 square foot European section of the commissary so I bought it, figuring it was the exact same thing. It tastes really, really, really good.

So anyway, I had it on bananas, the girls had it on pancakes and sandwiches, you name it. It was awesome. It was also 540 calories per tbsp. This is not like Nutella. This is sort of a disaster and not something you want to notice when the jar is totally gone and YOU are the one who ate most of it. Within a week. Usually in the middle of the night.

At least it explains why all my clothes are too tight.

So anyway, the morning after I made that FUN discovery, the girls woke me up by screaming and fighting at 5:30 am which is maybe my second-least favorite way to wake up (which is saying something since, as a general rule, I don't like being woken up at all. Waking up is one thing, being dragged forcefully from unconsciousness is a completely other thing). I came roaring out of my bed, hair all crazy, dragging blankets...I'm sure I was really attractive. Definitely the image of serene and loving motherhood right there.

No Paul was not home, are you kidding me? He had left at 4:30 for a field trip to go stand out on some boats in 20 degree wind. Fun times.

Anyway, I banished the kids from the kitchen and made them sit apart from one another and not make a sound while I made coffee. At this point I'm still stumbling around with one eye open, tripping over stuff and yelling at the dishwasher. So Carly goes, "Mommy, just stop being grouchy!"

And I was like, oh man, this is exactly what we ask of them every. single. day. You're so mad because you can't watch the show you wanted? Well, stop being mad about that. You really want a cookie and you're so sad and crying because it's too close to dinner? Well, just stop crying. You want to wear your favorite dress but it's dirty so you have to wear those ugly pants? Stop throwing a fit, you'll be fine. Yikes!

So here's the and a half part. We were driving with Sophia to school and she asked Carly what almond butter tasted like. Carly goes, "it's like peanut butter, only not gross."  =)