M&Ms and Curves - Coincidence?

It is past midnight again and again this is the only time I have to "post". Note to self: don't stay up so darn late, it makes those afternoons sooo long; they go from a quadruple to an I-stopped-counting the handfuls of M&Ms days.

My husband (bless his heart) has taken on the grocery shopping duties on a fairly reqular basis. (Shopping with two small children (he goes it alone) can be, um, slow-going. Bordering on ordealish. One is old enough (3) to want everything she sees - and conveniently of course the Dora-Wiggles-Barney-Barbie "fruit" wraps, "fruit" bars and other non-food items are right at her eye level (whether she's in the Green Child Car cart or walking - I don't know how they do it), so every few steps is a discussion/negotiation/whinefest (and that might be me) - and the other is old enough (10 months) to just be real difficult in the grocery store. Wants to be held. Wants to be in the cart. Wants to be on the floor - where she can only crawl. Will scream until way is had. Laughs at sister. Snuggles mommy. Wants bright shiney object. Screaming resumes. Repeat. Do this while avoiding cart collisions with the mommies, young children and old people who populate the grocery store in the middle of the day in the middle of the week, navigate the cart by pushing with one hip, try to recall what you actually wanted to feed your family that week (list now lost near bananas/at bottom of bag/in baby's mouth), and acquire said foodstuffs with one hand. The other holding the baby or the small child's hand, depending.)

Suffice it to say, I really do mean Bless His Heart, sometimes my husband goes. On his own. (Whether it is to help me out or to get himself out of the house some evenings - I say, either way! Doesn't matter!! Thanks for getting the groceries honey!)

But I have, per usual, completely digressed. The point is - as much as his doing the shopping is a wonderful thing - it can also be a problem when you have a little "habit". I say, at least it is a habit whose needs can be met at the grocery, and not in the pharmaceutical depatment thank you Rush. I am embarrassed about my M&M intake (really, those afternoons with a whiney three year old and a baby who WILL NOT take a nap (hm, maybe the non-sleeping breastfeeding baby and the chocolate MIGHT be related!! (See, these blogs are so helpful!)) can be long. Anyway, I hand him the list, and M&Ms are not always on there. And then, as he heads toward the door, I say, casual-like, "You might want to add a little, you know" and I nod toward the cabinet where they are kept. "Again?" he asks. "Um, yeah." is all I can say. Really, literally. It is all I can say because I am indeed embarrassed. But I do REALLY WANT that M&M fix. And I really DO NOT want to go to the grocery store with our offspring to acquire it. (Sweet. Darling. Young. But please do not make me go there with them.)

It is a sign that you, perhaps, possibly, have a little problem of the M&M variety when your own mother (or maybe all mothers do this?) asks on a repeated basis "Do they have a Curves in your town?" Apparently they have a Curves on Mars now because they do, indeed, have a Curves in my odd, tiny, small, has-only-one-Starbucks!, size of a town. And no, I have not managed to go there. When? When my husband would otherwise go to the grocery store? I don't think so.

PS Do I know that there is much better chocolate out there, not necessarily but often in the form of imported and dark? Yes. Absolutely. And can I explain this obsession with the small crunchy dyed sugary variety? No. Can't even begin to. But that is the nature of these things we politley refer to as a "habit." It is indeed, as I call it around here, my Drug of Choice.