I don’t remember much from my childhood, so I can’t tell you if this is when my problem with sharing started.
I’ve mentioned a few times that I’m selfish. Never is this more evident than when I’m eating.
I HATE sharing my food.
It’s not a nice habit. Abel makes fun of me a lot. It’s not something I think I’ll get over any time soon.
I won’t bite your hand off if you try to steal a fry – but I will get irritated if you keep doing it. Get your OWN fries.
I love Dib’s. I love them so much that I HATE sharing them with my daughter. I’m so bad that I put them in a coffee cup and pretend I’m drinking out of it so I don’t have to share.
If I want to eat ice cream, I’ll wait until Poopy goes to bed so I don’t have to share.
If I don’t want to eat when Poppy is eating, I’ll wait until she’s asleep so I won’t have to give her whatever I’m eating.
I get excited when Poopy doesn’t like something that I’m eating – and it will become my new favorite thing.
I will tell my daughter that whatever on my plate is hot – so she’ll wait to eat it – then I’ll scarf it down when she’s not looking – then tell her it went “bye bye”.
If I feel like a cookie, I’ll go into the kitchen and shove one in my mouth so she won’t see that I’m eating. (This one backfired on me the other day. I was eating an oreo – Poopy pried my mouth open and LICKED the inside of my mouth).
I’d rather give you the shirt off my back than anything on my plate.
How on earth am I supposed to teach my daughter how to share if I can’t teach her by example?