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Scaredy Cat

I ran and hid from my kids today.  We weren't playing hide-and-go-seek. 

I was eating a chocolate peanut butter bar, and it was barely after breakfast.  I saw them coming, so I ran and closed myself in the babies room.  At that point I was no longer enjoying the treat, I was just trying to get it down as fast as I could so as not to be found out.   The boys didn't catch me, but I did give myself a stomach ache. 

That's when it hit me: I think I'm scared of my children. 

I'm an adult.  I've paid my penance.  I made those chocolate-peanut butter bars.  Why do I feel compelled to sneak them?   
It's the same reason I let the kids have one more minute in the toy aisle, even after I already told them time was up five minutes ago. 
And it's why I avoid coffee shops when they are with me.
It's why I read them that one book that I have read sixty-seven times already.

They.  Scare.  Me. 

I am avoiding conflict, confrontation, temper tantrums, and explaining why I get something that I have told them they cannot have.  Maybe they don't really scare me, but sometimes hiding in the closet with my bowl of ice cream is just so much easier. 

Closet Worthy Peanut butter Bars

In a food processor pulse 9 graham crackers and 1.5c powdered sugar.  Pour into a medium bowl.

Melt 1/2 cup butter.

Add butter and 1c PB to graham cracker mixture.

In a double broiler or in the microwave melt 1c semi sweet chocolate and 2T PB.

Spread Graham mixture in a parchment lined 8x8 dish.  Top with melted chocolate mixture.  Chill until solid.  Cut into bars.  Eat in the closet. 

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  1. NatalieAugust 5, 2020 at 2:33 PM

    I remember those days... I still have to remind myself that I am the adult, I can eat 1.5 servings of ice cream if I want to. 🍦🍨

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