ProTip: Emergency Chocolate

One of the things I've learned about Lady Rad, and women in general, over the years is the emotional catharsis that chocolate brings.  For whatever reason: biochemical, sociological, or metaphysical, chocolate is celebrated by Lady Rad in good times and bad.

The irony of this is, of course, Lady Rad's desire to maintain a hot bod, and therefore her insistence that chocolate should not be readily available in the house.  But when she has gone through a full day of balancing S@HM responsibilities - balancing two children who either desire to cling to her or spit up on her at all times of the day while preparing dinner and doing laundry - at the end of the day, chocolate is as imperative as a scalding hot bath.

Which is why I've started to have Emergency Chocolates on hand for whenever the occasion calls.  Nothing fancy, just a variety of fun-sized candy bars stashed secretly in our home - the whereabouts known only to me.  Whenever Lady Rad has that "Calgon, take me away" look on her face after the kids are asleep, I slip into the kitchen, find my secret stash, and produce a cocoa-based offering to the goddess of hearth and home.