We came home from my in-laws house last night, with our usual bags of supplies from my wonderful mother in law.  We put the kids to bed and then hubby went to the gym, leaving me curled up on the couch for the only show that I watch on tv-The Bachelor.

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About a half hour later, I convinced myself that I should get up and put away the bags in the hall…What I did was pick them up and find the bag that held the two bags of candy.  They were both open, so I picked out a couple, and then a couple more.  Before I knew it, I was sitting on the couch with a pile of wrappers on my lap, hating myself.  I got up and stashed the evidence in the garbage before my hubby came home and caught me.

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I am disgusted with myself. I ate them all.  I ate all of my kids candy.  I am weak.  There is not one candy left in those bags.  Candy that was not meant for me.  Candy that I should not have eaten.  To be honest, they weren’t even very good, but I am definitely an all or nothing kind of girl.

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I am in big trouble when the kids ask for that candy….  BIG.

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It’s all my damn,  do gooder, mother-in-law’s fault.