Why I haven't posted fridge pictures alternate title: Sicky Nikki

Friday night we had a ward activity-- complete with Easter egg hunt for the little kids and dinner and desserts for all.  I didn't have much to eat (like two bites) because I was juggling Peach and feeding Squdge at the same time as trying to keep him [Squdge] from falling off the picnic bench and Hammy from overdosing on jelly-bean topped cupcakes.

The rest of the kids were also having a great time-- as was Danny.  I had fun talking to a fellow mom who shares many of the same parenting philosophies as myself.

When it came time to go, I had a van full of content kids (with the exception of one ready-to-nurse Peach) and bags of plastic eggs with jelly beans, m&ms, tattoos, and fruit snacks waiting to be discovered inside.

We headed further into town to pick up a new light for Danny's little blue car from the local Auto Zone. 

I was feeling good about our accomplishments. 

• Attended a ward activity and no one got lost or pooped their pants. 
• Bought the bulb for Danny's car so he doesn't get ticketed. 
• No one was complaining or bickering.

And then I had a weird feeling.  It felt like... hunger.  So we visited the Taco Bell drive-thru on the way home.  I bought my absolute favorite:  The Steak Quesadilla.  And in two miles, tops, it was gone.  And I felt sick.  and strange.  and hot.  and freezing.  and regretted my severely fast scarfing of it.

By the time we got home, I was convinced that it wasn't the hunger, or the over-stuffed-ness.  I took my temperature.  103.7  Whatever it was, I felt validated for feeling the way I did.  do.