Sorry there was no St. Patrick's Day post. I avoided temptation completely by spending my free time between the Sprint store, choir practice, and working on grades. If you're new to the blog, I'm an elementary music teacher. Parent-teacher conferences are today and I'm writing this during a break between students.
When I was a kid, I thought parent-teacher conferences were great (unless my grades were bad, then I'd get yelled at once we got in the car). You go, spend half an hour talking with your teachers, then stop at Dairy Queen on the way home. There was a novelty to it. I'm a sucker for novelty.
Speaking of Dairy Queen (see what I did there?), I'd like to share a story with you. A couple years ago, Claire and I were on our way up to the cabin. We decided to stop for lunch at Dairy Queen. As we were pulling into the parking lot, I noticed that this wasn't a regular DQ, but one that only served a couple hot food items and ice cream. I was unreasonably upset. I had my sights set on a flamethrower burger basket and that wasn't on the menu. I was so afraid of being hungry then. So afraid that I nearly threw a temper tantrum because I couldn't get a flamethrower bacon cheeseburger. Food is such a primal thing. It stresses us out so much when if we're afraid we won't be able to eat.
Since then, I've learned how to be hungry. I'd like to think I've gotten better at dealing when I don't get what I want. Although I still get upset when I'm really looking forward to something and don't get my way, but I try not to show it.
This is just one example of my unhealthy history with food. When has food stressed you out to the point of a meltdown?