I was totally going to be all glib* about my sugar addiction, but then last night, after we’d ridded the house of the Evil Chocolate Cake of Evil and had a sensible, sugar-free dinner, I lost my shit and had to inhale an entire box of Cadbury Creme Eggs just to keep from killing people with my hands. That’s addict behavior, people.

(In related news, the Cadbury Creme Eggs were delicious.)

So apparently kicking my sugar habit is going to be slightly more effort than simply tossing the last of the chocolate cake and not baking another one. Who knew? I’d like to say I’m totally optimistic but let’s face it, I’m not a sugar-free sort of girl. It’s not even like I want to cut out sugar entirely – just processed sugar, mostly, and the goal is to cut down rather than cut out. But for serious, if I have to mainline chocolate just to keep sane? That’s probably, you know, a bad sign.

Though it would definitely help if I could get my hands on some honey and almonds and fresh ricotta. That is a dessert I can get behind.

*And yes, I mean that in the Tom Cruise-iest way possible.

Oh my gosh* it’s been a long week.

Not So is finally back from SXSW, which is utterly lovely and means I can sleep in every once in a while without a very persistent preschooler demanding that I get up and put on Yo Gabba Gabba. I have nothing against Yo Gabba Gabba, but I do have something against mornings. Mornings and I have a long and complicated relationship and I like to deal with them on my terms, which involve coffee and denial.

And then, of course, we’ve got to add Daylight Saving Time into the mix, which is just plain unkind. Oh hey, now I have to get up even earlier in order to look like a functional adult! It’s a good thing my kid sleeps late, is all I’m going to say about that. If I’d had one of those ‘up at dawn’ children I’d be typing this from a padded cell somewhere.

But enough of that! Things are back to normal in the Cranky household, and I have recommitted to the Cranky Pixels blog in a way that does not involve candles and invocations but may involve a blood sacrifice, if cheeseburgers count toward such things, so I will actually start posting things that pop into my head instead of just thinking that would make a good blog post all the damned time. Not that I do that! Because I am deeply sane and also not obsessive at all.

*I am trying to curb my swearing, and it’s been a total fucking success.