I have admittedly gone through a phase of being in love with McDonald's cheeseburgers (still love these quite a bit actually) and part-baked cheese rolls (still love these A LOT too), but this week something has happened to me and I'm not really making it through the day without a fix of this latest overwhelming craving.
I'm in love.
And I've become quite particular about which ones will do. They can't be from Asda. Oh no, Asda do not make good donuts. Sainsbury's are pretty high up my list - they do these lovely glazed hundreds and thousands beauties, which are pretty amazing. I've eaten three in the last 24 hours.
Krispy Kreme I think goes without saying. The glaze, the filling, the soft chewy dough. I think at some point during this pregnancy I must sit with a box of six Krispy Kreme's, a pot of tea to myself, and have a moment. Maybe whilst watching Made in Chelsea (my new favourite TV show - yes, I am late to the table as I always am with what's on TV, but On Demand has all the series from the beginning and I'm hooked. Caggie Dunlop is totally my new girl crush).
Greggs donuts are also way up there, Raspberry Creme is honestly heavenly. I ate four of those in about a day and a half.
I'm also feeling that I'm not quite ready to give them up given the week I have just had with my toddler. Brooke is very nearly 21 months. Going on 14. I'm not quite sure where the attitude has come from but boy oh boy, does she have one. The tantrums really are something. And over the smallest and silliest things too which is what makes it even more frustrating to deal with.
Take for example the garden. We can no longer mention the garden in passing or in an every day conversation. We instead now have to spell it out. If anyone comes in to our house, like my Mum for example, I have to say, "Don't mention [*whispers* "out there...!"] and I'm pointing like a loon out the window.
Take for example last night, Al went to put the bin out. It was about 7pm. Brooke and I had already been out in the afternoon to the park, the library and had a nice walk home. She should have been unwinding for bed but no, she had other ideas. As Al was taking the rubbish out, she erupted. She screams, she stamps, she cries. We explained that Daddy was just putting the bin out and would only be a minute - this of course was like saying "No more cheese" or "no more dry cereal" (her fav foods!) We explained some more that it was nearly bedtime, plus she didn't have her shoes on. She didn't give a monkeys. She carried on kicking off anyway.
|"Oh Mother, I'm just getting started..."|
I am reliably informed of course, that this is "just a phase" and that the "terrible twos" do seem to present themselves from about 18 months onwards, so this must be what we're contending with. But it is bloody hard work. I feel for any parent going through this incredibly tough stage as it so draining and very tiring. From my point of view, I don't think that the pregnancy hormones and tiredness and irritability is helping either, but I'm trying very hard to keep a level head and approach things calmly.
And with donuts. If only I could have wine too... That would definitely make things easier.