Who Is "Donna Disciplined"?

So, last night little Matthew bounded into the house at 8:30 pm after an evening of Cub Scouts with his daddy. Now, this is the same little boy who was busily watching "Tom and Jerry: A Nutcracker Tale" [I KNOW. As if seeing Wal-Mart Christmas commercials immediately after Halloween isn't rushing the season enough] earlier that morning before his precious mother's alarm went off at 6:10 am. I swear. That kid has more energy than three kids put together. His daddy came into the house a smidge more slowly while attempting to hide a box behind his back. Ironically, the clumps of sugar cascading down the front of Alan's shirt didn't do much for his attempts at secrecy (and neither did his son's limitless energy).

Turns out, after the Cub Scout visit to the fire station tonight, Matthew decided that he needed to tinkle on the way home. He is infamous for suddenly deciding that he is about to pee in his pants. However, fortune was clearly in their path as they were just about to pass by the World's Original [Kind of] Krispy Kreme. And of course, you never tinkle in someone's potty without bringing a memento home. Be forewarned for when I come to your home.

So, yes, there has been a box of a dozen of Krispy Kreme's finest sitting on our counter today. And let me just tell you...NOT A ONE HAS ENTERED MY MOUTH!! What a shiny good girl I am! Because let me just tell you, one bite (let alone one doughnut) would be my downfall right now. I'm past the initial Gung-Ho Motivation Stage, and now I'm in the Endurance Phase. Which just means that while I have still been a really, really healthy eater and a good little runner/walker, I am feeling much more tempted to return to my snacky snacky typical habits. So when Alan waved that sugary delight in front of me while I was fixing dinner tonight, I had to practically shove it down his throat so it wouldn't go down mine.

Fortunately, Alan's sacrifical that way which is another reason why our marriage works so well.