What's so wrong about not feeling guilty for eating chocolate cake while watching The Biggest Loser?
What's so wrong about serving my kids fish and telling them it's a new kind of chicken that only very special kids get to eat?
What's so wrong about sprinkling ground flaxseed on their yogurt and then saying, "oh look, there's chocolate sprinkles on your yogurt"?
What's so wrong about telling my husband on a Saturday morning, "I'm not feeling so good...I think I may need to lie in bed for a few more hours" and then curling up in my nice, warm bed while watching one of my favorite shows on Tivo?
What's so wrong about filling a cardboard box with crinkled paper and taping it shut and then announcing to the kids "wow, a package just came in the mail"....and then running to the bathroom to have some privacy while they open the package?
What's so wrong about giving my kids a glass of Berry Blast Metamucil and telling them "you gotta try this new juice I just bought for you guys", in order to get more fiber into their diet?
What's so wrong about telling the kids the DVD player in the mini-van is broken, so they'll have to listen to MY music for a change?
What's so wrong about setting the clock ahead by 20 minutes and telling the kids it's time for bed?
What's so wrong about telling my husband I need to run some errands by myself and then sitting at Borders sipping on a caramel mocha and reading a gossip magazine?
What's so wrong about conveniently timing my departure right around the same time that Garrett and Landon poop in their diapers and say "by the way, you might want to check their diapers...see ya later"?
What's so wrong about not answering my cell phone when he inevitably calls me, wanting to know how soon I'll be home?
What's so wrong about letting the kids take all the pillows off the sofa and make a fort while I talk on the phone with a friend?
What's so wrong about avoiding the laundry and the dishes while I write a blog post?