I stood in the kitchen this afternoon, transfixed by an empty jar of peanut butter. It was maybe 1:30 and I’d finally gotten around to making myself some lunch. So I pulled out the crunchy peanut butter and some cherry preserves (mmmm… sugary fruit) and made myself a sandwich by carefully scraping the last of the peanut butter from the jar.
Then I stood there, jar in hand, while a battle raged within me. On the one hand: I am a proponent of recycling. On the other hand: Peanut butter is sticky, and the jar really needed to be WASHED rather than just rinsed, and it was already well past my normal lunchtime and I was hungry and tired. On the third (invisible! mutant!) hand: Have I really become the sort of person who shirks recycling because, waaahhhh, it’s too HARD?
Yes. Yes, I have. I threw the jar away, and with it, all hopes for a clean planet for my children. (And that Native American guy crying in the corner of my kitchen was a little disturbing.)
I can say nothing in my own defense other than that I’m lazy. Oh, and that I hadn’t had breakfast, so maybe my blood sugar was low, and did I mention that I only got five hours of sleep, and— Nevermind. Let’s just stick with lazy.
Karma’s a bitch, though. Later, as I rubbed my eyes and wondered at what point, exactly, the random musings about getting up from the computer and never writing another word again change from “idle thought” to “viable escape plan” status, I somehow made a playdate for the kids for tomorrow afternoon. I only just cleaned their rooms and dug out the playroom, so what did I do in my stupor? Invite two extra kids over! SMART!
In other news: Chickadee has started calling me Mom. In that world-weary, tween indignation sort of way. I am no longer Mama. That’s babyish. I’m Mom. Actually more like MOOO-OOOOM *heavy sigh*. I find myself looking for ways to trick her into calling me Mama only about half as often as I try to come up with new and exciting ways to be INSUFFERABLE and OLD just to further vex her. It’s the great circle of life.
I think that tomorrow I’m going to ask her to fish that peanut butter jar out of the trash and wash it for me. That should be fun.