Food Confessions

This is only the first of many more to come…

There have been and continue to be times in my life when I have made less than stellar food choices.  I realize this is not an offense limited to only me.

I’m going to share one of bad choices, right here, right now.  As of this point I only recently told my good friend Heather and my sister Candice about this bed behavior relating to food.  So here goes…deep breath…

Many times when I am cleaning up after dinner and putting away the leftovers, I try to pick the smallest container to squeeze the stuff into.  The food that didn’t fit?  I ate it.   Yes, folks, I said it, I ate the freaking food that could not be squeezed into the goddamn Tupperware container.  Sometimes it was “just” a small handful of pasta.  Other times it might be a few pieces of extra broccoli.  But most of the time, it was more than “just” a handful, and it wasn’t usually broccoli.

WTF???  I wasn’t sure why I chose the smallest possible container, I think I was always wanting to “save” the bigger containers for something “more important” or I thought I was “saving space” in the fridge!!  And now I realize I was probably subconsciously setting myself up for some binge eating!!

But tonight, I grabbed the biggest container I could and very consciously put away every last piece of the macaroni and cheese that I  normally would have gorged on!

Confessions From A Mom

There are times throughout my parenting career that I have done something, or rather, NOT done something, and felt the need to ‘confess my sins’ to a friend or my husband. I think this is ok!

For example, my husband recently discovered that the diaper Rogan was wearing was obscenely, shockingly, overwhelmingly very full of pee! As I overheard him comment about the weight of the diaper, I suddenly realized I had not changed that poor boy since 11am or so that morning. It was now bedtime, 7pm-ish.

“Oh my Gawd”, I thought, reflecting on the day and trying to remember why in the hell I had forgotten this little tid bit of my parenting responsibility. Well, it turns out, in retrospect, that I had mistakenly confused that day’s diaper schedule with the previous day. I had changed his diaper on Tuesday right before nap time, but not on Wednesday. And so my poor little Rogan had spent an almost entire day in a diaper that grew increasingly bigger and bigger, and wetter and wetter. Damn!

Needless to say, I felt terrible, neglectful even. But instead of dwelling and kicking myself for it, I apologized to Rogan and told him I would do better the next day. And I did. I think. I’m kidding.

Anyway the point is, we forget, we overlook, we zone out and lose track of the hour, the day, the year…wait is that just me?

From this point forward, I would like to officially volunteer to listen, without judgment (yeah right), to your confessions of parenting sins…perhaps we can even discuss absolution!