Temporary Insanit(ar)y

As I may have mentioned, Little One had to rather abruptly cease nursing about two weeks ago. One of the many side effects on my end of that deal is that all my hormones are freaking out, putting on their crash helmets and zooming around with the sirens on going, "What is happening?! What is happening?! What are we supposed to be doing?!?"
One of the results of this chaos occured when we were out the other day and I was suddenly overcome by the insurmountable desire- no, need- for.....pancakes. What? I don't even like pancakes! At all! It gets worse.
The imperative need to have pancakes immediately drove me to obtain them from...IHOP. What? I hate IHOP! IHOP has sticky tables. And bug zappers. In the dining room. As a matter of principle, I do not- let me repeat that- I DO NOT GO TO IHOP! I know, I know. I can't help it.
But...the pancakes....they called to me.....I...couldn't....resist.....!
J was ecstatic. Because he knew that we weren't just walking into a grimy restaurant with really good early bird specials, we were walking into an opportunity. For him to tease me, relentlessly, forever. And so he insisted on photographic evidence and a full confession.
Fine.

Here we are. We are at IHOP. I didn't want to do it, but the hormones made me. They made me do it. So I did. I ordered the cakes, got them to go, and washed everyone down with wipies in the car. And when we got home, we dressed them up and ate them. For dinner.
It's true! I admit it!!!

And I have to say....they were darn good, too.