Emergency Preparedness

I like being prepared. I don't know if it's because of all the conference talks given on food storage, or what, but I always feel this need to have what I might ever need on hand.

Which is why I have a Costco membership.

That, and I really like their food court's hot dogs.

At any rate, a few weeks ago, I decided it would be super-mom-ish of me to get all the kids' stocking candy way in advance, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it come December 24th, when I would suddenly realize that I had somehow forgotten to get stocking stuffers.

I was at WinCo at the time, and in case you didn't know, they sell their candy at HALF the price of every store I have been to. They even trump Wal-Mart. Nothing beats sixty-eight cents for a candy bar, I'm just sayin'...

I scanned the candy wall, and I discovered something that made my heart leap for joy: The Rocky Road Candy Bar. I hadn't had one of those in YEARS. WinCo then became my happy place.

So, I threw one of those into my cart, and then picked out candy for the kids that I knew I would never eat, unless otherwise desperate.

I don't remember when I ate that candy bar. It's all a blur. But I remember having really, really, really bad day, and I ended up swallowing it, and then eating my kids' Christmas M&Ms. I don't like M&Ms especially. But they will certainly do in a pinch. And a pinch it was. I don't even remember what was going on, all I know is that I broke my "I am never going to eat chocolate again, except on special occasions, like Christmas, and perhaps flag day, and other lesser holidays, and maybe on the last Saturday of the month, and probably on Sundays, because, that's a day of rest, and I can rest from my chocolate hiatus, and also on Thursdays because that's really my Friday, because Jeremy doesn't work on Fridays, so we should celebrate with chocolate" rule.

I sighed with joy in my chocolate coma.

And then I realized I HAD to go back to WinCo to get some more candy for Christmas.

Gee, what a shame...

So, I scanned to candy wall again, and I grabbed a Rocky Road, and a whole bunch more M&Ms, this time the fancy kind (like the peanut kind, and the peanut butter...yumm....), and threw in a whole bunch of bags of skittles, which promised all sorts of excitingness with their brightly colored packages. While I was standing there, I felt the need to buy the most fancy chocolate I could find (I had, a few days before, discovered this completely delectable Belgian chocolate, called something like Ferrararararara...it was super fancy...and super tasty...), and since I couldn't find anything foreign, except for Lindt chocolates (yack), I picked out a Dairy Milk Chocolate Cadbury bar.

I threw it all in my cart, and then raced to the checkout line, and bought all my, er...the family's Christmas candy.

That bag in the back of my Suburban spoke to me all the way around town as we did our errands....and all that afternoon...and all that night....and then...Sunday came.

Sunday was a blur. It all ended in a total hydrogen bomb-like chocolate explosion after we got home from church and we (read Jeremy) put our kids in their rooms for "quiet time" (read mommy needs to decompress with all your Christmas candy). I ate the entire Dairy Milk Chocolate Cadbury bar. In about 3 1/2 minutes.

I was super sick.

But I was super happy.

But it did nothing for my voice at choir practice.

Anyway...that held me over for a while.

And then today, I made the mistake of going to the mall...and I walked around it three times to get some exercise...and that meant I passed by three candy stores three times.

Needless to say, my self-control at the mall made me cranky, so I came home, threw bread and jam packets at my kids, closed their doors, and finally had some alone time with my...uh the family's Christmas candy....yeah...It was good.

Looks like I need to go to WincCo again.