Peanut Butter In Weird Places

Blame it all on my son, he’s only three.

Had to wrestle that jar from him before he spread it free.

So I stashed it real quick somewhere safe and sound.

Now it’s three hours later and it still ain’t been found.

‘Cause I’ve got peanut butter in weird places.

Where my snack ain’t supposed to be.

This is inspired by finding a jar of peanut butter hours later today after my three year old insisted on eating spoonfuls for his breakfast- and would not cooperate with me saying it was time to go to school. And yes, perhaps you picked up on me having the song “Friends in Low Places” in the back of my mind.

But how many other times have I taken something from my kids only to not be able to find it later? Or find it at the most impossible, worst moment?

There was the time I ended up with mice- because they wouldn’t hand over their Halloween candy buckets so they ended up on a shelf in my closet… which invited said mice. Yuck.

(Let’s not talk about the wallpaper in the background that I’m dying to replace.)

Currently there’s an odd assortment of random items on top of my fridge: a Dunkin Easter bucket, a Nerf gun, an almost empty paper towel roll- which I have now removed and put in it’s place because damn it I’m out of paper towels, a soccer ball and more. Most of which I can’t remember when they got up there- but I can tell you they were the result of trying to do something in a hurry or being pressed for time and one or more kids were not listening.

My brain also feels this way these days: working a full time job, running other businesses as well, and having to do the whole single mom of three kids thing while also helping my parents… it’s no wonder the entire house closely mimics the top of my fridge, as well as my mind. Add in a healthy dose of perimenopause as well for the cherry on top of the my world is chaos ice cream sundae.

Do I have a solution for all of this? Not really- except to say I’m just embracing the fact that life is never perfect and the people who I can’t make happy (lookin’ at you Dad- who always always has a comment) and who always want to gripe about my stuff being everywhere all of the time… well, they are who they are as well. I’m just going to aim for fitting in yoga once a week, prayer and or meditation every day, and hugs with my kids. Well, hugs with the ones that will let me.

Anyways- enjoy now having “Friends in Low Places” running through your head like I am now…