This is probably going to come out wrong… but I like hearing about other moms and their struggles. Not that I want other moms to struggle, but rather I find comfort in knowing I’m not the only one that does.
Simply put, there’s pressure in perfection and freedom in confession.
With that being said, let me make a confession….I have an addiction…
An addiction to chocolate chips.
I hardly noticed it coming. I would nibble on a few here… or a few there… a bag here…a bag there. No big deal.
I think it started as a potty-training incentive then somehow turned into a mommy-training incentive. There is such a thing right? There’s got to be, because it was working! I was feeling more motivated to do all sorts of things, knowing I had a handful of sweetness waiting for me.
It really didn’t occur to me that I had a problem until the other day, when I noticed I had spit-up running down my shirt two minutes before we were supposed to walk out the door. And in that moment I was faced with the life-altering decision: Chocolate OR change my shirt?
Frankly put, chocolate won. Because who really cares what I look like when I’m putting food into a cart, but if I were to pass out from low blood sugar or even hunger while we were out, I could never forgive myself.
Granted, a piece of cheese probably would have been a better choice, perhaps I’ll work on that for next time. But until then, let me swallow this mouthful of chocolatey goodness, and head out of the bathroom…