Addictions

Addictions are funny things. They come in many forms and quite often keep you from your full potential.

My name is Amy Lockhart and I am a paper plate aholic.

I was not aware of my lust and utter need for this particular product until we ran out recently and had not the funds to replace our stash. My addiction has affected others all around me. My children keep reaching for our beloved plates and instead have to go on a hunt (usually to the clean but yet unloaded dishwasher) for a plate.

You see it wouldn't be so bad, but with so many meals and snacks each day, and so many children in need of this guilty pleasure; I have become painfully aware of just how few plates of the plastic and Corelle varieties we are in possession of. It's true, we have lost a few of our Corelle friends over the years.

Another conundrum brought to light through this most dangerous addiction; the cost of water, electricity, and dishwasher detergent. I have a hard time believing that all the extra washing of dishes I am doing is a cost savings over said evil plates. Our water is especially expensive here, hundreds of dollars every two months. I think its laced with liquid gold, and I just can't buy off on the "savings". You see, I don't buy the supreme and hefty plates, I buy the super flimsy extra cheapo plates. Oh how I love those flimsy plates.

I am entirely too addicted to see clearly. Justification and denial are my best friends. My pocket book says, "If the money aint there, but the water and electricity bill is paid, and there is dish detergent in the cupboard, then it's cheaper." I don't follow the pocket book's logic as clearly as I follow my need for paper plates.

Thank you for allowing me to have a voice in this lonely and paper plateless world.