Maia, my dear, you have driven me to eat...

A consummate egoist (i.e. denier), I shall admit to only one great fault (I am sure many minor ones will come out later). I am an emotional eater.  I liken being a stay at home eater mom, to being tethered to someone who, at age 4, has mastered pressing your emotional buttons.  For sanity's sake, I need an outlet. Mine just happens to be savory, gluttonous food.
Today for instance, after Maia's dentist appointment, I agreed to Wendy's for lunch. As I sat in the drive-thru line, I reminded myself how delicious Wendy's salads are. And then Maia started singing, "I have 4,4 cavities, won't my Daddy be so mad at me... (to the tune of Baby Bumblebee)" And I began to think about how mad Geoff would be: at me.  As my emotional meter started rising, so did my desire for French Fries. It was just a slippery slope from there.
Drive-thrus are essential to me. I have tried, disastrously, eating at pseudo-healthy fast food restaurants without drive-thrus.  Here is a typical journey:

• Step One: Muster the energy to unstrap your child from the one thing that has successfully kept her in one place. 
• Step Two: Keep her entertained in line (preferably without getting Baker Acted). Why did we chose Panera at noon? 
• Step Three: Order food while ignoring her screams for cookies. 
• Step Four (most often where disaster strikes): Carry the food/drinks to the seat of Maia's choosing. You know, the one most difficult to reach.  

This stymies most able-bodied moms, so why do I attempt it? Quite simply, I don't. 
But alas, my emotional eating is complicating my overall well-being. As my joints would make an eighty year old cringe, I shouldn't gain weight.
But to that I say, what's the point of living in the south, if you can't enjoy the fixins'?

Introductions

Although I believe my first blog has done more to introduce my mindset, here is some important stuff you should probably know about me.

It took my forever to embrace the realm of blogging and am still quite leery of my forays. I hate to put too much of myself and my family out there. But, as the disabled mom of a inquisitive four year old and wife to a stressed out nuclear engineer, I feel that our situation provides unique perspectives. And whose lives don't?  I want others in a similar position to be able to look at our challenges and breath a sigh of relief.

Today, I am a stay-at-home mom to my daughter, Maia. I was born with Cerebral Palsy and was recently diagnosed with Lupus. At times, I become crestfallen by my trials and tribulations, but- I like to think, that I mostly just laugh it off.  I am a firm believer in laughing at one's self.And I often give myself cause to.

Maia is a mini-me: stubborn and inquisitive. Like most moms, I marvel everyday at her achievements and I appreciate the blind eye she has turned to any faults I may have. Truly, this little girl has become my crutch.

Welcome to the blogosphere

To look at me, one would not expect the foulness I can spew. And spew I do. I am guilty of letting the F word slip during a conversation with the Pastor at my daughter's preschool (You mean the school day, is 3 not 2 hours long? Fuck Yeah!!!  Oops.) I see nothing wrong with the way I speak, nor am I often apologetic. So you can imagine my surprise when I spotted this book, Go the F* to Sleep. Damn! Why didn't I think of this?  I am almost positive that I murmured those same verses with Maia, while she fought sleep. The book is soaring up Amazon's pre-sale list. I could have had it made. Fuck.....