Doesn't go over so well in the Big Apple. Seems no matter what the Powers That Be feed their own kids, they feel strongly that Other People need moral direction on what to feed their kids.
Planning a kids party for work, which will be FABULOUS. I have a great event planner, event designers, a crazy budget... should be a blast. But, it's an evening thing, and no one wants to bring home sugared up munchkins. So, I'm in sugar lock down. Much more aggressive than anything I'd seen working in the People's Republic of Cambridge. It's like "Death to Smoochy" come to life, complete with adults in costume.
Dr. Boy thinks it's HEE-larious, but it's been keeping me up at night. How do you sell tickets to a kids party next year if this year is built on the foundation of good nutrition instead of fun? Honest to god, I've been through a box of meringue cookies and 3 or 4 strawberry shortcakes in two days. The more we restrict the menu, the more limitless my taste for sweet.
Happily, miracles have been performed, kickass talent has been booked, and compromises made, and finally, I'm at a point that I don't think anyone will notice. Or have to eat an organic, low-sugar date bar and pretend it tastes good. After a week of telling everyone I work for that I STRONGLY, but respectfully, disagree with everything they are saying, we're on the same page. For those of you playing at home, yes, I still constantly fear that today will be the day I push the wrong button and get fired. So, we've pulled it out, and I think the party will be a hit. Got great kids entertainment, zillions of plush characters, crafts, balloon artists that can do Elvis on a bicycle, and more. Phew!
But, let's get back to the issue at hand. I make my living defending the best interests of the organization. And, sometimes I think that what the Powers That Be want isn't in line with that. This week has been a reminder that no matter what I was hired to do, I get paid to do what the Powers That Be want. And, if that sinks the ship... well, it's not my ship. I can get my own ship someday, but while I work there, I'm gonna sing their sea shanties. And disagree deep down. I don't have kids, but I was raised in a low-sugar house, and now I can eat a box of meringues without blinking. Or milk. Nuff said.
Moderation. Choice. The occasional cupcake. I have to believe that these are the key to raising kids who eat responsbily for the rest of their lives. And don't grow up being nuts about food like I am. Besides... it's tacky to tell other people how to raise their kids. So, being a good Southern girl raised in the First Church of I'll Pretend You Have Manners, I'm keeping my mouth shut. But this is what I'm thinking http://tinyurl.com/ynqmxc
XOXO, M
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Hey, I went to that church too!!
Your solution is much more creative than mine. I just swear a lot, make up vividly crushing resignation speeches, and picture what my life will be like as a waitress.
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