To Klondike or Not To Klondike?
There is one Klondike bar in the freezer that has been singing the song of my heart for weeks. I have turned a deaf ear whenever I’ve delved into the depths of the freezer to rescue frozen blueberries and leftover lasagna. But yet, it lingers…persevering…and this morning the strain of it’s lyrics are pulling me like the lulling song of the Sirens. I may have to bust out an ice cream resistant meditation or something to get a sugar-free mantra flowing through my being.
And in this moment, I will pause and find my Ten Things In Life that I am grateful for in this predicament. For starters, I am grateful that I have ice cream in my refrigerator in the dead of winter. I am thankful that my children have not realized how much ice cream there is in the freezer. I am blissful of the memories that Klondike bars bring of lazy summer days at my grandmother’s house with her doling out the Klondike Bars. In essence, Klondike Bars taught me something about sharing as Doris (my grandmother) was never hesitant to share what she had with her gaggle of grandchildren. So, I am grateful for being taught to share! How many is that? I think I count four.
Ok, so onto number five. I feel like I am halfway through a ten rep set of renegade rows (I HATE those!!). The thought of disposing of the Klondike Bar in the freezer makes me hopeful that I won’t succumb to the depths of a sugar high crash. I’m grateful for my experiences at The Cow in Reisterstown, MD with hot chocolate floats. Many a visit in December to The Cow resulted in a luscious cup of hot cocoa with endless amounts of vanilla frozen custard frothing up the creation. This such “beverage” provides me with the inspiration to split the Klondike Bar in half and create my own version of the hot chocolate float for my kids. I’m hopeful a steaming cup of hot chocolate with half a Klondike Bar in it will earn me a few smiles and maybe even some squeals of glee. I’m always thrilled to see those smiles and hints that the life of my tweens is not completely angst-filled! Ok, there are five more gratefulness tidbits.
And the last one? I feel like this needs to be notable and unforgettable. I am grateful that my kids have large imaginations and I hope it one day serves them to create breakfast for themselves out of ice cream when their parents aren’t home to make sure they start their day with something a little more healthy!
Yeah, I’m totally going to go nibble at that Klondike Bar right now. If I plunk the nibbled side down into the mug of hot chocolate, my kids will be none the wiser. Right?