My daughter came home from preschool telling me all about self control.
How Adam and Eve didn't use it in the Garden of Eden ( and because of that, they had to put their clothes on ).
How the little boy in her class didn't use self control when he pushed her out of the way to get farther ahead in the line ( but he said sorry and she "forgived" him ).
And then we got home from lunch and I noticed these on the counter.
Yes, they are THE brownies, in full flavor. ( I may or may not have had two on Sunday night. )
But since then, they have been sitting in my kitchen. ( And yes, I was displaced from my kitchen for 24 hours of that, but still... )
They are taunting me. Tempting me. Calling my name.
And I have exercised self control.
If I have done nothing else right this week, at least there's that.
I'll take any victory I can right now.