In the last, 72 hours, I have prepared no less than 5 full course meals,. two gourmet deserts, celebrated a birthday, babysat twice, did 5 loads of laundry, cleaned up – well everything. ( I wont be posting pictures to prove it because they decided to create what looks to me like a frat party threw up). I drove the 30 miles to town and back 5 times and during those trips I got groceries, made 2 appointments, dropped off paperwork all over town. I’ve done a 4-H meeting, hung out with my mom, went to the library where I had to explain to my daughter what a transvestite was. Again, no pictures. I talked to my kids about Jesus and obeying the law of the land, being respectful and using your manners. I made sure there was toilet paper and snacks and bandages. I scouted out local churches for future visits. I listened to broken hearts and refereed fights. I chased fugitive goats. I even managed to get to Sam’s Club to retrieve just the proper wheat rolls for the dinner. I have cared for and fed these humans. I am sleep deprived, husband deprived and way behind… Do you think anyone said thank you or even a fist pump… NO. AND you know Why?
I forgot the milk.
I ruined all the good work I had done with one pivotal mistake.
I created a void in the refrigerator of life.
I ruined their before school, early morning, captain crunch, coffee experience.
Now, No one ( and I quote) can have chocolate milk. No one can eat cereal. No one can get the calcium they need. No one can have milk in their coffee. No one can make oatmeal in the microwave. No one can enjoy shoving an open gallon of milk into my nose and say ” Hey Mom, Smell this. Is it good?”
No one is ticking me off.
It just seems to me that with all this livestock out here ” No one” could milk something. Maybe ” No one” could have mentioned that they drank all 4 gallons that I bought 4 days ago. Maybe No one could drink water for a change. I forgot the margarita mix too but you don’t see me crying about it.