Kaleb has become a midnight snack thief.
This has been going on for about a month now, and it’s going to make us crazy. I’m not talking about a little light nibble here and there either. I’m talking about the half a box of donuts left over from breakfast stolen off the kitchen counter. Snack containers full of teddy grahms and Chips Ahoy! taken from his grandmother’s kitchen window sill (none of us know how he reached them). More donuts. An entire package of birthday cake oreos stolen from his great-grandmother’s kitchen. Boxes of fruit snacks that were hidden on the tallest shelf in a snack cabinet (don’t know how he got those either). An entire container of chocolate covered marshmallow cookies (btw, can we say gross??). Ritz Bitz taken out of Mason’s backpack. Lollypops snuck from the bathroom (they were being used to unsuccessfully bribe Mason to sit on the toilet). A gumball machine full of M&M’s also used in the game of Let’s Bribe Mason to Pee!
And the night before last, after Daddy and I each only got one small square before bed, Kaleb stole an entire tray of brownies.
First of all, don’t judge me. I realize this is a lot of junk food – but the truth is, we usually only keep one dessert like item in the house at a time unless it’s sugar free or healthy in some way. This does not include my secret candy cabinet (it took Daddy forever to figure out how I kept magically appearing with a Snicker’s bar in my hand) – but that’s for the grown-ups. More so, that’s for me. After having Mason my blood sugar tends to plummet randomly, so I keep secret sugar stashes. But in reality, the kids eat a whole lot more fruits and veggies (thank goodness, because they are complete nightmares when it comes to feeding them meat) than they do junk. Which makes the secret snacking that much worse.
I know that Kaleb’s meds have been known to increase his appetite, and I have never hesitated to feed the kid when he’s hungry (unless it’s right before dinner – in which case he can wait the twenty minutes). But I’m completely worried about what this is going to do to his blood sugar levels. I can just see it now – when he goes in for his blood work in two months and his doctor tears my head off over the amount of sugar Kaleb has been ingesting.
I have no idea what to do about this. I’ve cleaned out the kids snack cabinet. If I have to get a padlock and lock up all the snacks at night I will. Because this has just gone too far. When he took the lollypops he managed to stash half the bag before he was caught – for two days we found him and his brother with empty lollypop sticks all around (at least he was sharing, right?). When I found the brownies yesterday morning I didn’t know whether I should scream or cry.
The first thing I did after getting Mason up yesterday morning was head to the kitchen – where the first thing I noticed was my missing brownies. I’m not really a junk food junkie (okay, that’s kind of a lie. Offer me a double quarter pounder and fries and I’ll take it over a salad in a heartbeat.), but still. Don’t mess with my brownies. It’s right up there with eating the last piece of cheesecake and attempting to even touch my Carvel ice cream cake (seriously. I will do harm.). Unless I offer to share with you, the only exception to this is Daddy – and even that’s not a guarantee since there have been times when I’ve looked at him with the promise of horrible things to come if he touches that piece of cake.
So, I immediately go on a brownie hunt. the first thing I do is check the fridge, in case for some unknown reason Daddy stuck them in there (I have no idea why, but just go with it). It’s not there. Now I pretty much know Kaleb took them, but I’m not going to say anything to him until I have proof – on the slight chance he didn’t and it’s some cruel joke the universe (aka Daddy) is playing on me. Plus, I really don’t want it to be Kaleb. He hasn’t snuck anything in almost a week since I told him that from now on each time I caught him sneaking food he was losing a day of snacks and treats – he could have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and veggies to munch on. But no fruit snacks, no crackers, etc.
I walk into his room and it’s decimated – like Thor came crashing down from the heavens into Kaleb’s closet and went a little hammer crazy. I’m actually stunned. Every book is on the floor. The curtain has been ripped off the dowel. The sheets are ripped off the bed. The drawers are pulled out of the night stand. The lamp is dangling by it’s cord. My mind can’t even process the destruction. I don’t even know where to start looking for the brownies. I tried to step in the closet, but there was no way to do it without clearing a path. My first thought is “booby-trap” Goonies style. My second thought is misdirection. There’s no good spot for him to sit and scarf a tray of brownies. So I move on. After tossing the room, I eventually find the brownies hidden under the bean bag chair. And they’re just as decimated as the bedroom.
Which is so much worse.
After coming to grips with my lost chocolatey heaven, I sat Kaleb down and informed him that he would be cleaning that room today, no excuses, whining, screaming, throwing, hitting, or door slamming about it.
That was at 8am yesterday morning. It’s now nearly 10am today and his room is worse than it was yesterday morning, and he was in there basically all day “cleaning”.
Of course, what makes this all so much better is that within the same week I both crashed the car, and slammed the back hatch of the car on my phone – thus completely destroying the screen on a phone that is only 37 days old.
I would stuff my face with brownies in an effort to drown my sorrows – but I can’t. Because my five year old stole them.