How does one person end up with this many bags of chocolate chips, you might wonder? Well, it’s just that when I go to the store I imagine my cupboard bare of them, then in my mind I see myself reaching for them after my meal and finding none, and so I throw a bag (or even better, a chocolate bar or a box of white chocolate squares) in my shopping cart ‘just in case’. And now I have, well, a lot of chocolate chips to eat. Mostly by myself. Because as much as I love my children and do lots of things for them, I just have a really hard time sharing those chocolate chips with them. When Matt is home and I hear the bag rustling, I narrow my eyes and casually wander through the kitchen to “get a glass of water” while I watch how many he’s eating. And see where I keep them? Yep, on the very top shelf where I imagine I am the only one who can see them. It’s a terrible habit, one that is sure to bring me cavities and weight and all kinds of badness. And yet, that little handful of chocolate, especially when I’ve had a rough day taking care of kids all by myself (see? I need them! poor me!!), is just too, too tempting.
And now that I’m writing this and confessing it, I’m going to go ahead and quit doing it. Goodbye chocolate chips!