I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
Cheese, glorious cheese
My youngest daughter, Eva, has a cheese fetish. She was born in the year of the monkey, but it should’ve been the year of the mouse.
I think it’s impossible to get a 5-year-old to eat healthy, but with her it’s especially difficult. She’ll eat mac-and-cheese but turn her nose up at broccoli. She’ll scarf down cheese-stuffed cheese pizza, but eat nary a snippet of a leaf of her salad. She’ll snack on crackers-and-cheese and eat half of a baby carrot. I’ve given her quiche with cheese mixed in and she’ll manage to extract the cheese and leave the eggs and crust.
Needless to say, this over-indulgence in fatty foods plays hell with her digestion.
The other day Eva was ‘uncomfortable’ in the bathroom, to say the least. After much moaning and crying, and hollering for ‘medicine’ (laxatives), Eva hollers out, a la ‘Gone With The Wind’…”I’ll NEVER EAT CHEESE AGAIN!”
The next day at lunch, she ate two bites of her sandwich but all of her Cheet-O’s.
Scarlett’s gonna be hurtin’ tomorrow.
