Yesterday, on the way to swim team, we got hit by a car as we were waiting to merge onto the freeway. It wasn't a major impact by any means; indeed, Caroline hardly stopped talking through the entire ordeal. Izzy also seemed to be okay and even opted to continue on to her practice.
But it left me feeling strange, stiff, and sort of sick to my stomach. The worst part was an unsettled, shaky feeling that came over me afterward, as I started to think about my girls and how lucky we were that everything turned out fine. But still.
Anyway, I got up this morning feeling okay but also a bit weird. And I think something must be wrong with me after all, because I just made a stop at the grocery store and purchased three items, none of them being even remotely healthy.
Seriously. I bought Cheetos. Which, if you are not familiar with this product, is some sort of high fructose styrofoam substance sprinkled with addictive orange powder. Foods sprinkled with orange powder go against everything I stand for, by the way...unless that powder is turmeric.
I also decided to get potato chips, the plain kind. Then I selected a bag of Cadbury eggs, those little chocolate eggs with a pretty candy shell that make you wish there really was a bird who laid such eggs and you could keep her as a pet.
Please don't ask me to explain myself, dear reader. On my best days I can't even explain myself.
So tonight we will have a movie party with lots of treats. The girls will wonder if I have lost my mind, but they will also make sure to gobble those Cheetos down in case my accident-induced leniency turns out to be short-lived after all.