I woke up again at 12:30am to a party in my tummy. I dragged myself into the bathroom and waited for the unwanted guests to trickle out the exit. I guess trickling out was better than everyone trying to leave at once... wouldn't want to wake the neighbors. Went back to bed and slept okay - not as crappily (I'm making crappily a word - spell check can suck it) as the night before, but not as blissfully as the first night. I decided to forgo the
Anyway, on to orange juice. All of the Master Cleanse info I read said you should "ease out" of the lemonade diet for a few days to give your very rested digestive system a chance to wake up before you start shoving chili dogs down your pie-hole. For day one of the ease out, they recommend drinking only freshly squeezed orange juice, before moving on to juices and broths on day two, and fresh fruits and veggies on day three. So Day 4 of my re-vamped cleansing plan is orange juice day. I have to be honest and tell you I was having no part of manually juicing enough oranges for nearly a gallon of juice (had to have enough for Jake, too), so I shammed and
That afternoon I had to make a trip out to Whole Foods (which is only about 12 miles away, but with Honolulu traffic the trip can take 45 minutes one way) to pick up some organic veggies and herbs that I needed for the next few days' juicing and that I can't get closer to home. After the school pick-up, with the kids loaded in the back seat, I made the trip. The traffic was unexpectedly heavy for 2:30pm, but things were pretty calm in the car, so I stayed calm. We made the drive in about 40 minutes or so. Once there, my daughter refused to sit in the shopping cart, so I was carrying her for most of the trip. (It's times like these that I'm glad she's teeny-tiny, because if she were the size of most toddlers her age, I'd have a hernia.) Lemme tell ya, shoving produce into those stupid, impossible to open baggies is hard enough without a toddler grabbing at things every 30 seconds. Grrr. And for $3.99 per bunch of kale, regardless of how local and organic it is, I feel like there should be a produce boy following me around and doing shit like that for me. Or they need a kid room where you can drop them off while you shop. Like Ikea. Anyway, for all the squawking my
Except there were more palm trees and less smog. Fabulous. As we inched along, I just kept reminding myself that rush hour in Hawaii must be better than rush hour anywhere else. Because it's Hawaii! Right?? And then this happened in the back seat.
Because she was out of pretzels. Girlfriend looks tiny, but she's got some lungs. I did my best
Once my little girlfriend was tucked in bed for the night at 7pm, I decided to go back out and finish up the grocery shopping. The one I usually frequent is open til 9pm, so I headed there. I have to say, for someone who is very rarely alone in the car, the silence was blissful. I was feelin' good. I got to the store, grabbed a cart, and headed into the entrance, only to be stopped dead in my tracks by a sign which read: CLOSED FOR ANNUAL INVENTORY. Huh??? I was so dumbfounded that it took me several seconds to process that I wasn't going to be getting groceries there that night. Don't worry, I didn't go all Hulk again, but I'm convinced this was only due to the blissfully quiet car ride I enjoyed just moments before. It was almost 7:25pm, and the only other grocery that would carry all the produce I needed for the next few days was open til 8pm. I didn't really have a choice but to try, unless I wanted another day of OJ. Um, NO THANKS. So I hopped back in the car and drove with too much determination to notice the peace and quiet. I made it to their lot and was through their door by 7:35. Thank God I had a list! I grabbed everything I needed and checked out and was back in the car by 7:56. Woot! Woot! If the kids had been present, that same list would have taken me an hour and a half in the store. I may never go shopping with them again! In. My. Dreams.