Is this what I've been reduced to?

So I've gained a few pounds since Charlotte started eating "real food."  Why you ask?  Well, that's kind of embarrassing but I'll confess anyway. 

I eat the crumbs from her table.  

I mean that quite literally.  Not only do I often eat the leftovers on her tray, I frequently eat the rejects she throws on the floor (which is more food than is left on her tray).  I know. It's disgusting.  My wake up call the other day was when I put a piece of cast-off Nutrigrain bar in my mouth only to discover a dust bunny was stuck to it.  Yuck.  

It's easy to explain why I feel the need to eat the clean leftovers--I can't stand wasting food.  Blame it on my African childhood.  But I don't think even starving African children would care to eat a fuzzy Nutrigrain Bar.  So that habit is just pure sloth. It's just easier to eat it all than go get a paper towel, pick it up, and throw it away.  Not that that is like running a marathon or anything.  But when you are a mom, you will do almost anything to save time/multitask/make your life easier.  

That's the ugly truth about motherhood.  It pretty much turns a relatively hygenic adult with decent manners into a human vacuum cleaner.  Hey, I've always said if you want something done, you should just do it yourself.


  1. This is so funny I can't stand it. Kelly's favorite part of breakfast is eating Reese's crust from her toast. Good to hear she has company. Funny stuff, dude.


Post a Comment

Popular Posts