Another night of rough sleep, but again, it wasn’t carnivore. This time it was the kids. Rambunctious little monsters, the lot of them.

What I’ve noticed is that, generally speaking, after a few days of poor sleep, I usually have minimal willpower or drive, but here it is, 9:13 pm, and I’m taking a break from creative writing and website maintenance to blog. Also, I still haven’t felt the desire to eat restricted foods, or even foods that are technically allowed, but that I’m avoiding for a while. Like the absurd quantities of cream cheese that my one year old and five year old demanded at dinner. The boys went through more than 8 oz in one sitting. So often it’s a struggle to get my eldest to eat anything, and tonight he was a dairy piranha.