Why High Fructose Corn Syrup & Children Don’t Mix

FaKebook -- Bedtime Edition

I have an issue with the perfection that is often displayed on Facebook. Sometimes it makes my skin crawl a little bit. 

These lovely posts make me wonder about the story behind them.  You know, the version of the story we don’t broadcast on the WWW.

So I came up with the concept of sharing some of the behind the post dramas. I call it FaKebook.

FaKebook is the version of the story that you want everyone to see or know and Real Life is the version of the same story that you don’t really share for whatever reason.

Here goes…

{FaKebook Version}

Dad was gone this week so I got all the bedtime snuggles and stories for myself!



{Real Life Version}

I have previously mentioned that Shane does the bedtime process.

There many sweet reasons for this like “it’s his special time with the kids” or “he loves doing it.”

But the biggest/most important truth of the matter is that by the time bedtime rituals roll around… I am spent. I have nothing (worth giving) left.


But this week, dad was gone, (not to be confused with single-momming it) AND I broke the cardinal parenting rule…

I gave them sugar before bed.

Like RIGHT before bed.
[parenting FAIL]

Here’s the deal… My aunt and 2 cousins were here for a visit and I thought it would be fun to have a little dessert with dinner.


(a little dessert)
Foolishly made a skillet full of s’mores dip and set it in the center of the table.

When they were finished, I wiped them down and sent them up the stairs.
[Cool mom can do this… dessert-check! Time for bed.]

They went down pretty smoothly but about 10 minutes in (when the sugar hit their blood stream) things began to take a turn…

There was the initial getting out of bed…

Then there was







(I was all too quickly reminded of this post.)

I know I previously mentioned that by this point in the day I have NOTHING LEFT

But it seems appropriate to remind you that by this point in the day


But as the frustration was building I realized this was my fault…

I was the one that set a skillet full of  high fructose corn syrup in front of them and told them to dig in.

After over an hour of bedtime theatrical drama…

I came up with a solution

I sent them to get their shoes

We laced up and went outside



We ran and ran and ran some more.

We did high knees, lunge walks, push ups, mountain climbers, and jumping jacks…

and then we ran a few more laps.


By the time boot camp was over they were practically begging to come back inside.


Funny thing… This isn’t even our driveway they are laying in!


Mom for the win!

And I was able to get in a little workout for myself!


To sum it all up…

Shane is a saint for always doing bedtime. (The way I send them off to dream land is not the most ideal)

My kids cannot really handle much sugar.

A 9pm workout is better than nothing and way better than the freak out that was upon us.

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3 thoughts on “Why High Fructose Corn Syrup & Children Don’t Mix

  1. This is so funny!!! You never know what is going to come running down the street…kids on bikes or scooters, a horse, or the Sprattpack!!!
    PS. That dip is so good! 😉