I love peanut butter.
I just wanted to say that before I went off on it.
I always find it on my pants. Sometimes my shirts, but usually my pants. It’s become an accessory several times a week. I don’t own that many pairs of jeans, mostly because I’m losing weight so I don’t want to stock up on pants that won’t fit me for long.
Sometimes I know the peanut butter is there because toddler man mouths my leg after eating some. Sometimes I find it later, I look down and there it is, about the height of the kitchen table because someone decided peanut butter makes excellent paint (and it kind of does).
It’s kind of gotten to the point where I’m not so careful when I eat anymore. The food on the kitchen floor doesn’t always come from the toddler in the room, why should it? I have to clean it up no matter who makes the mess and there’s always going to be something to clean up…so why try so hard?
Toddlers may be messy – but they sure are fun. So for now I’ll deal with the peanut butter and all the other little messes and I’ll try to be more put together and clean when I’m older.