Hello. My Name is April and I self medicate with food.
For dinner last night I fed my children chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter. And syrup, duh. Always syrup. (Which I pronounce Seeeer-Up and Ubes says it is Sir-Up but I strongly disagree.) And I'm not gonna lie to you, I ate them too. And they were delicious.
And my daughter also insisted on having a side dish to accompany her delicious fluffly peanut butter-chocolate chip pancakes: Refried Beans. Uh-huh. She sure did. But she didn't have syrup. Which for some reason makes this refried bean side dish thing okay with me. Because adding seeeer-up would make it gross.
And I didn't say no. Not to the pancakes. Or the chocolate chips. Or the peanut butter, or the beans. Or to the bowls full of Cheetos they ate an hour later. Why? Because I can't pay for college and therapy so I am trying to make it up to them in small doses like this. You have to take these moments as they come.
So don't judge me people. I did it for the children.
(And Ubes would like me to tell you that I stole his line for my title. Thank you Ubes!)