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.