Yesterday Tom watched a webinar of sorts. Called: Sugar, the Bitter Truth. While I was home on my lunch break I watched a bit of it with him, but had to return to work before it was over. I told him to "fill me in" on the rest of it when I got home.
Later that evening when I returned, Tom greeted me with a look. You know, a look. To top that off, he said: "I've done something." He led me into the kitchen to show me that he had thrown away all of our cans of juice concentrate. Three of which were my staple prenatal comfort—delicious cans of grape juice.
Boy howdy, was I ticked. Since when does a guy think he can throw out a pregnant lady's grape juice without even consulting her?
He said he was doing it for the baby. And us, of course.
I felt impressed to remind him that the reason I keep our freezer stocked with juice is because I often hear a familiar inquiry uttered when he gets home from work: "Do we have any juice?" But after watching the sugar bit, he's had a change of heart. And the juice has got to go.
Forget the fact that I've been overly indulgent on goodies still lingering from the holidays. And just ignore that I finished off the home-made ice cream the other night (which—I made—and know precisely how much sugar went in it).
It's apparently the juice that's doing me in.
After my bemoan over the eradication of the grape juice, Tom had a different look. It resembled that of a big-eyed puppy. He offered, "At least you have something to blog about?"
To see what all this juice fuss is about, feel free to view for yourself. Plan on an hour or so. I don't think I have the heart to finish watching. My grief is still too strong.
P.S. I can assure you that Tom and I have remained on very amiable speaking terms.
5 comments:
Oh my! I am shocked! He threw out juice! I thought you were going to say that he tossed out anything that even had a smidgen of sugar in it. I would have never have thought of juice! If I were you I would go buy some more!
Dear Mr. T, just a quick note, and I don;t even know if you knew you did this, but all of you wonderful young men, (Nate, Bo, Jordan, D.T., Lance, You, and Shadron,) sent me a beautiful dried flower arrangement. I am radioactive right now, and in seclution, and the flowers just really brightened up my day!! I miss all of you guys, almost as much as I do my own kids. Thanks !!! Lanitta
Tom is lucky that he is so darn cute! I can't even watch that show though because I have a feeling I am not ready to change........Oh! and by the way, I am loving your baby bump! Oh so very adorable!
Juice??? I hope he read the label! Not all juices have sugar!!! Although I think his actions are extreme, I do agree (it's no brainer science really) that we've been duped and poisoned both). Good on ya, Tom, for the Mama Nita kindness.
Oh, dear. You just don't mess with pregnant girls. You just don't. My husband learned that very quickly...and he learned the hard way, I'm sure. Mine was not grape juice, but hamburgers. Double cheeseburgers from In-N-Out, actually. But the concept is the same. Have what you want, it's hard enough being pregnant! :) But I'm glad you are still speaking!
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