In our house, it is certainly the Den Mother who carries the Primal Torch. You know, the flame of all things inspirational for our family’s healthier life? The raison d’être.
Apparently, I am the only one interested in the Primal Torch at all. After today, I expect the occasional resentful eye roll in my direction as I try to balance said torch above my head. But I’m betting nobody is going to catch it if it falls.
For the first time in a year, after months of nose-wiping and late nights with coughing kids, I have a head cold. Head pounding and eyes watering, I smiled weakly and made a list when Den Dad offered to get groceries for the coming week. He even took all three girls with him. My hero!
So, I face the work week with everything essential in my fridge. But there were a few things that came home from the grocery store this morning that were not on the list…
a 12″ Tiramisu
2 kg of rolled oats
2 dozen hot dog buns
6 giant cheese buns
a gallon jug of orange juice
1 litre rainbow ice cream
24 cans of pop
12 low-fat gluten-laced smokies
1.5 kg of potato salad
And three little girls who were OVER THE MOON about what they were going to eat today. Because DAD had taken them shopping.
They helped to unload the van, lined up the gluten-sugar-craziness and pondered what they should stuff first… cheese buns followed by cake or preceded by it? Porridge as an appetizer or a second course? Would the sugar and cream on the porridge go better with a popsicle or a can of pop?
I am trying not to sound totally ungrateful… but SERIOUSLY? Do you KNOW what we eat?
Clearly, the man has some unaddressed cravings. Perhaps some educational gaps… (it has been almost two years – maybe a hearing problem?) Oh, what could it be?
At least most of it will be out of the house by the end of the day. I’ll be back in the torch relay tomorrow.
Right now I am taking another sinus tablet and going back to bed.