Well it's a start at least---
I was super stressed when my husband mentioned that we don't have any milk. He followed that statement by telling me that he was SOOO tired from working a 12 hour shift and that I was going to have to get it. Top that little statement along with the fact that I have spent all day with my 3 little kid and that I had just spent 3 hours of my night babysitting my friends 4 children (who were good, but 7 kids make a lot of noise).
I was stressed out by the little request.
As, I marched (grumpily) into Kroger all I had on my mind was how much I deserved to get some swedish fish. I love those red little candies (yum). I walked towards the candy isle and the thought of all of YOU came to my mind.... "Micaela, do you really want to have to admit to your girls that you messed up AGAIN?" That thought, along with, "You know that sugar is going to go right to your butt!" really helped me walk right by the candy section without stopping. But then I thought, "I'll just get a little snack at the check out stand, that way I can still get some well deserved candy but it will be in a smaller package." I got to the checkout stand and I couldn't do it. Knowing that I had you all to face on Tuesday helped me through this weak moment of mine! It's only one success, but I have to start somewhere! :)