This week, I did not call my husband at 6 p.m. while I was still at school to ask him to start the bread machine for me so that I would have bread to take with me for a potluck the next day. He did not put in twice as much water as was called for. I didn't not realize it until 9:30 when the bread suddenly collapsed.
When Caleb was cleansing before his colonoscopy, I didn't give him a lollipop to suck on only to have to dig it out of his mouth because he chewed it. Caleb didn't bite me multiple times because he was so angry that I was stealing his lollipop.
Caleb didn't scream "Not again!!!!!! Never, never, NEVER!!!!!!!!" when I had him sit on the toilet for the 24th time yesterday. I was not totally at my wit's end trying to stay patient with my oh-so-hungry boy. I didn't yell at Matt simply because I was frustrated by the day's events.
I didn't resort to hiding behind the cabinet door to sneak a few chips during Caleb's cleanse because I felt so bad for eating in front of him. I didn't try to hold out until nap time before I ate anything. I wasn't unsuccessful with this attempt. I did not find myself wondering how in the world I would get through two days of not eating anything! Poor Caleb!