I was a bad bunny. 

I’ll never forget the Easter I was determined to be the virtuous green goddess (aka diet culture) bunny. 

Candy hidden in Easter eggs? No way.

Chocolate bunny in the Easter basket? Not a chance.

Jelly beans in the faux Easter grass? Nope. 

Not for this clean mama and her disciples. 

As our kids dashed around the yard looking for their eggs, suspense to see what was inside was mounting. 

As they gathered on the grass to crack open their eggs, excitement dwindled as quickly as the air leaving a popped balloon. 

“Where’s the candy?”
“Why is there fake sugar cereal in these?”

“At least there’s some money in a couple”.

The comments and discontent were verging on mutiny except they were (thankfully) too young to know how to organize and demand reparations. 

Green goddess wasn’t going down that day though. It would take her some time to unlearn diet culture’s ways and it...

The last three times I've run into a school mom, my two year old is doing something with a lollipop. 

The first time, this mom saw us at the paper store in town and kindly peeled the white sticky stick off of my daughter's bottom and brought it to me letting me know what she had found. She promised no judgement and said with a giggle that she could totally relate. 
Thank you, new friend. Classy. 

The second time, we were at CVS buying some (a very large bag) of lollipops to survive an upcoming airplane flight. My friend helped me find the econo size bag because apparently she makes pre-flight CVS stops, too. We had just enough to last the final leg of our trip.
Thank you, friend, sugar and CVS. 

Just last week, we bumped into each other at CVS (AGAIN) and my daughter was working two lollipops in her mouth even before we got to the checkout line. My friend and I laughed about our repeated lollipop adventures. This time I needed the lollipops...

Our kitchen table was full of our six kids plus two more of the kid's friends. A summer storm had turned the skies a dark gray with lightning flickering in the distance. We all sat cozy inside and, despite summer dinners being tough to get on the table, tonight we had even managed to cook some market fresh corn on the cob. 

As dinner came to a close, our kids started asking what was available to quench their sweet tooth.

"You guys have sugar in your house?" gasped one of our guests. 

The other guest chimed in with "we literally keep no sweets in the house and the closest thing we have to something sweet is powdered sugar. If we bought anything sweet, it would be gone in one hour". 

Both kids lamented about their moms being "bad" shoppers and always wished their dads would go to the store since they bought more of the "good" stuff. 

I was happy to give the kids Bark thins (thank you, Costco) and everyone left the table happy and satisfied. 

Of course, I...