Jar of Sin

The evil jar starts luring you in with the word "crunchy" (well maybe not for everyone else but for me it does, so go with it).  Then once the jar is opened and you crack open the seal... sniff... ah, the aroma of roasted peanuts fills your nasal cavities and automatically your mouth starts to salivate (and perhaps makes you thirsty for some milk).  As you may have guessed it the "Jar of Sin" is peanut butter.  Well at least it is for me.  

Whenever I have a spoonful (or five!) of the stuff I feel like such a horrible mother.  What does peanut butter have to do with being a horrible mother you might ask.  No, I don't torture my children by making them have a mouthful of this stuff after they ran a marathon outside as I hold the milk carton hostage and laugh in their face.  I am a horrible mother because I have to indulge in my guilty pleasure of peanut butter at work, away from my kids.  It makes me feel like I am cheating!

Why oh why out of all things must A be allergic to PEANUTS!  Well along with the rest of his lengthy list of allergies and food impairments.  I love peanut butter and now the only way I can enjoy it is if I slyly buy a jar to keep at my desk at work.  They probably think I am a fiend who is addicted to peanut butter because I always have a jar and come 10am or so it's go time with my favorite snack... sliced apples with tons of peanut butter.

I could just see it in my head unfolding... the cheating affair!  Dude brings A & J to work to surprise me and A comes into my cube and asks "What is that smell Mama?" and then I get the glare of "oh no you didn't" from Dude as my head hangs lower and lower and then grab A into a tight hug to show that I am guilty but I love you so much.  Of course, this is after I have gone into the bathroom and washed my hands, brushed my teeth and sanitized my desk to avoid a peanut outbreak (remember this is all in my head so it all works out).

A little dramatic?  Yes.  Motherly dose of guilt? Yes.  Will I still go on to enjoy my peanut butter?  Oh yes.

I'm sorry A, but you know that Mama loves you and if I had to ultimately choose it would be no contest - you would win every time hands down.