The goal was to pick up the boys, enjoy dinner, and some Chocolate Crème Pie in honor of “Pi Day”. Instead, one kid slept his cold away and the other whined himself to sleep. We don’t waste food, even if that means eating it at 10 p.m.

 

It has been a rough start for The Love Team. Both kids started new schools, both of us coach, Prince is losing teeth AND gaining molars, and there never seems to be enough time, energy, or money around here. Global warming and the ever-changing Midwest weather is also going to war with our immune systems. We should own stock in Theraflu and Tylenol at this point.


Doesn’t this pie look delicious? Edward’s has become a new favorite. If I sat this on our dinner table: The Boss would eat two pieces. Big Juice would try to eat the entire thing himself. Prince would rather eat ice cream, but that’s not an option. He’d reluctantly try the pie only to discover that he actually loves it!

That pie is me. For one reason or another, everyone wants (see: needs) a piece of me. How is that possible? The Boss needs a partner and mother to his children. Big Juice pines for all my attention and affection. (Am I raising a “Mama’s Boy”?) Prince? He’s longing for a different presence that he’s never going to get, but loves every piece of me he has.

Is that a bad thing? Of course not. But, today I made a “piece” offering with myself: Take better care of yourself. Feed yourself first. Don’t share your desert with anyone. Don’t feel bad about it.

I enjoyed a personal pizza by myself. I inhaled two slices of that Chocolate Crème Pie, and I didn’t share it. I enjoyed some peace and quiet for a change.

Today, I saved a piece of myself…for me.