It’s not that I didn’t see it coming.
The FIRST red flag was when I opened my fridge on Monday mid-morning and gasped:
If my menu included slow cooking nut butters in BBQ sauce and cream, and then granishing the plate with berries, egg and red pepper spread… We could have FEASTED.
Instead there was butter with no jelly, cream, but no milk, strawberries… which was the only real stand-alone food choice. There was half-decent ranch dip for the spoiled veggies… and of course, ROOT BEER.
Because I let me kids have root beer anytime they want.
I mean, after this, that is what you think.
Right?
After I opened my fridge after being gone for 5 of most of the previous 7 days and gasped… one would have thought I’d have gone to the store. RIGHT?
NOPE. I had a commitment (BESIDES MAKING SURE MY FAMILY HAD FOOD) that prevented me from immediate problem solving.
Little known fact about me: I take life about one 1/2 day at a time. Which explains why sometimes I can be found at the grocery store 2-3 times a day on any given day… We need bread for lunch? I get bread. FORGET the fact we need chicken or pasta because we are having chicken and pasta for dinner. I AM FOCUSING ON LUNCH.
Where was I?
Well, on my way to my previous commitment that prevented my ability to make sure there was food (besides, nut butters, cream, red pepper spread and a gaggle of eggs)… my son texted: MOM. CAN YOU GET US SOME FOOD?
O.K., it wasn’t in all caps but MY GUILT MADE IT FEEL LIKE ALL CAPS.
And that is why I ended up going to the grocery store at 11 at night… after a day that would have normally demanded a fast fall to bed.
But I think all of this… my poor preparation… my chaos and over-commitment… actually came together to give me a moment to dance in the aisles of the grocery store at 11 at night (Unrelated, I had been AT THAT SAME STORE 2 ((TWO)) times earlier that day, but I digress)…
I decided to look for my beloved Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby ice cream because I have not seen any in any store for MONTHS.
MONTHS, PEOPLE.
And what did mine eyes behold behind the glass of the freezer in that store after 11 p.m.?
????
So… as guilty as I felt for not having milk or hot dogs or broccoli… I really had to let that go because I truly believe all of that low-bar living lead me to my Chubby Hubby.
Besides, when I finally did get home that night I found this on my pillow:
So… what I learned is that when you let your fridge get really empty and you are gone for the most part of a week… and your children have nothing to eat and no mother to guide them… The consequence is a found pint of Chubby Hubby and a promise of lifelong love.
I am so good at lesson learning.
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