-p.s. I don't have any food related guilty pleasures at the moment for obvious reasons, but don't feel bad. At all other times I do...
-Criminal Minds, especially Friday night marathons
(these last two are guilty because they trump all other activities: parenting, cooking, kitchen tidying, and paying attention to my husband)
-driving past tacky christmas getups in peoples' yards and making fun of them
(blow up anything is generally not a good idea. Sex doll, Santa, there's very little difference when it comes to TACKY)
-texting when I should be watching six year old soccer
-lying on the couch when I should be cleaning
-not fighting my two year old because of utter exhaustion. Want to wear just underpants to bed? Fine. Want to wear spiderman pjs all day? Fine. No underpants? Whatever. Pants inside out? Fine. Don't want to wash your hands? Whatever. No jacket? You'll learn.
Oddly enough, inertia with a two year old elicits worse behavior.
-long showers that waste too much water
-driving past my new house just to look
-dreaming about post natal brownies