I am a bad mama.
It's one thing to hide chocolate and snacks on your kids and then nosh on it the minute they are asleep. We've all done it. No big deal, right? After all, it is junk food and it isn't good for them anyway. Plus, you don't want them to constantly ask you for junk food. But, it is another thing entirely to hide healthy, lovely, fruit on your children, and then lie when they come across it in the back of the fridge. "Oh, you don't want those strawberries honey, they are all mushy." What kind of mother does that?
Apparently, I do.
I have had one major craving the last few weeks. Strawberries. I'm becoming obsessed. I want strawberries all the time. Unfortunately, my boys love fruit more than most junk food and if they know it is in the house they ask for it nonstop. Normally, I think that is a great thing. Until their desire is for my one craving.
Last night Todd found the strawberries (which is weird because he usually doesn't move ANYTHING around in the fridge-did you catch the bitchy tone?) and ate a few in front of the boys. Naturally, the boys saw and wanted some too. I tried to persuade them to have a lovely banana, or a juicy, sweet apple instead, but they were adamant. And I was pissed. I felt like I was being personally attacked. Everyone was eating MY strawberries. The strawberries they all knew I CRAVED! I swear I almost cried.
When I finally handed the strawberries over I pouted like a toddler and said, "This family is conspiring against me!" And when Todd rolled his eyes I nearly punched him in the face.
I'm a pregnant woman on the edge, people! Don't push me! It doesn't take much to set me off these days, so if you are wise you will back away from my strawberries.
Just thought I should warn you.