2. I have eaten an entire package of cookies before anyone in the house knows they existed.
3. If I don't eat them all, I will save my kids and husband a couple.
4. Daycare toddler's mom brought in potty treats for successful bathroom moments. They were little frosted animal cookies with sprinkles. Before you think I ate her cookies, I'll stop you now. I didn't eat her cookies. Not really anyway. Let me explain.
In an attempt to get Little Man more excited about the potty chair, I told him he could have a cookie if went pee or poop in the potty chair. Not long after that he had some success and I ended up giving him 3 or 4 of daycare girl's potty treat cookies, figuring I'd go to the store long before they were gone, she still had several left and wasn't going through them much at all so I knew I'd be ok.
I went to the store and picked up a package of frosted animal cookies to re-stock daycare girl's supply, and keep on hand for Little Man.
I then ate the entire package... before remembering to restock daycare girl's supply.
So I of course went back to Target yesterday and bought a new box of cookies, and when I found myself snacking on them today, I immediately grabbed a handful of them and put them in daycare girl's potty treat bag before I accidentally eat the whole box again.
Yes I have a problem, but my problem really only hurts myself, and I could totally stop at any time.
Ah, who am I kidding.
