Sharing is Wearing

I know you guys can't tell from my winning personality, but I have a major flaw: I don't like to share food. I like making cookies and distributing them to others, I like making dinners that everyone gets a serving of, I like making individual sandwiches for my kids when we go on picnics so they have their own, yadda yadda. What I don't like, is when people take food off my plate. A bite of my burger. A sip of my milkshake. A gulp from my water bottle. It's just gross.

I already make my kids individual breakfasts/lunches/dinners, as they never want to eat the same thing at the same time. I don't care about that anymore, as long as they are getting some dang calories in that don't involve Dairy Queen as their sole food group. After I gave them their respective orders, I heated up the last slice of leftover pizza for myself. 

You know what they both did? Basically in unison: "Oh! Is that pizza??" Both pushed their plates away, "I don't want this, I want pizza instead. Please?" I split it in half and gave it to both of them, then I went to the corner and cried into some hard boiled eggs. I mean, I explained as I did it that they could have my pizza because I loved them. But it wasn't fair, and it wasn't nice of them to completely reject what they asked for and then take my food. It was less "You stole my pizza, I hate you" and more "You wasted my time and your food that that is wrong." Because that's a much better, less selfish lesson to teach them.

They didn't even eat the dang pizza. Or anything else for that matter. Eden took one bite out of her slice, proclaimed that she was full, and skipped off to play. Michael left the table and all of his food completely untouched. I very much made him sit back down and eat that half slice. He only ate the crust and gave the cheese and pepperoni to the dog! Some people just want to watch the world burn.

I'm convinced this is why moms binge late at night after the kids are in bed. It might be Ben and Jerry's in the floor in front of the freezer, instead of a well balanced meal. But at least no one else is there demanding a lick of our spoon...and then the rest of the pint.