Giveaways and Guilt

Isn't that a catchy title? LOL!

I wish I could say "Giving Away the Guilt," but really I'm not there yet.

See, today, I cleaned out the pantry in the kitchen. As I tried to shove the syrup and peanut butter back in there this morning, I decided that the time had come. I'll never quite understand why someone has to put the box of Triscuits back in there with exactly *3* crackers in it, or why, for the love, can't folks check UPSTAIRS before they raid the stash downstairs. I found *3* boxes of Wheat Thins. All open, all mostly full, and all stale. Bleck! I'm making a sign. We'll see if it works.

Added 2 more bags to the count, and now I can easily put the cereal, peanut butter, and flour away where it belongs!

Now to the point of this post.....(you knew I'd get there eventually, right?)

I gave away my cookie cutters. Again.

Here's the reality. I'm not a cookie cutter mom. Somewhere in my Jane Cleaver-SAHM delusions, I think I should be. But the truth of the matter is, I'm not. I don't like sugar cookies. Shannon can't eat regular sugar cookies, and gluten free ones don't stand up to rolling and cutting and the like. We don't do salt dough around here, either.

I'm not a cookie cutter mom. So, I gave the whole box of cookie cutters to my neighbor. And I feel a touch of guilt about that. But then I realize that having the cookie cutters lurking in the back of the cupboard actually fuels more guilt, reminding me of who I think I should be and who I'm not. So, today I'm embracing that little factoid about myself.

I'm not a cookie cutter mom. And that's okay.