After reading the book "7" by Jen Hatmaker I’ve decided to do a sugar fast until further notice. Like a month, maybe. We’ll see how it goes. Crazy? Yes. I know. It's been too long since I decided to do something crazy to get Jesus' attention. It's time for a new project.
So you know what happens when you decide to do something crazy for Jesus right? Things get ugly. Let me describe the morning of day 1.
7:00 Wake up with a raging headache. Really? It’s much too early for a sugar crash. I haven’t even given anything up yet.
9:00 the children decide to have a snowball fight with crumpled paper. Cute, but not if have a raging headache that won’t go away
10:00 Max refuses to do school. Not a cute gentle refusal, more of a laying on the floor screaming kind of refusal.
10:15 – 10:45 I try my best to re establish the rules with Max about what is acceptable timeout behavior and what is not. AKA I spent 45 minutes physically restraining him in a safe hold, because that’s what you do with a sensory kid who’s trying to buck the system.
11:00 Yes, the headache is still raging, and now my arms are killing me from my wrestling match with my tiny 8 year old who is stronger than me. Even though I lift weights. Thank you very much. And there’s glue all over my kitchen. And the toddlers feet. I don’t want to know.
11:15 I give up on school and send the boys outside so my brain can go to a happier place by reading stories with my girls.
12:00 So what exactly can I eat around here? Most of my general lunch options have sugar in them. Even my pasta sauce. Seriously?
I’d like to say that my day improved after lunch, but we have a saying in this house. It’s not a party until somebody cries. So what kind of party is it if 4 of the 5 of us cry before dinner?
Louisa was the only hold out.
What have I done?