On my list of things to do today was to hustle myself on over to the grocery store to pick up bread, milk, eggs and a treat. It was on my to do list and my grocery list was actually quite short, however, it did not get done. Between 5 loads of laundry, a really angry, tired and I now suspect sick 2 year old Toadie, cleaning the sewing room and calming a severely arachnophobic 5 year old, it just didn’t get done. I just didn’t have the strength or the energy to battle the grocery store with 1 child let alone 3 children. However, I thought, not harm no foul. Nena can take a hot lunch at school tomorrow. Dinner doesn’t have to involve bread and I can do my shopping tomorrow morning.
That is where the dream ends. At 8;30 Nena brought me her lunch box and reminded me that she was going on a field trip tomorrow and that she needed to take a lunch. Of course she did. It is an all day field trip that I am unable to go on because I can’t take the Toad. By the time I remembered the field trip, the boys were sound asleep and I was stuck. I have no bread and no snacks for a lunch. I debated for a short moment and sending her with soda crackers and peanut butter but then the nicer motherly part of my brain took over.
So, at 9:00, the marathon started. Yep, cookies and bread. It takes 3 hours from beginning to end to make one loaf of bread and the cookies are a staple at the Franco home.
Isn’t it ridiculous that because I was too tired to get out and go to the grocery store with a Toad, it ended up costing me 3 hours of precious sleep time all so that my 7 year old could go on her field trip with a PB&J and a cookie. Yes. It is ridiculous. There are days however, today being one of them, where I would still pick staying up until the crack of dawn making one loaf of bread over taking one 2 year old to Smith’s Marketplace for 10 minutes!
Yep, notice the time on the clock. That is a.m.