Sometimes you find yourself at the Acme at 9:30pm on a Monday with chocolate milk, clarifying shampoo, and a soft foam Eagles football in your cart.
Yesterday, a friend asked me what days I was free to get together this week and I told her, “Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. All day.” This is what first grade has given me: an abundance of free time. Too much. And yet, still not enough to figure out how to get groceries in for a week of meals.
Meals. School lunch. It wasn’t an option until this year and I find myself, most mornings, wishing he would prefer to buy the processed, portioned, previously frozen “seasoned taco turkey crumble.” Most days, he’d rather bring something from home and I guess I should be glad that he would rather eat the organic, mostly whole food stuff we have have (I said mostly. There’s still a decent amount of Cheezits going on in there.)
Vitamin Water quietly changed their formula back to the original! I don’t know when (or why they never announced it) but the other day I noticed that my cherished “yellow” tasted normal again. This shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.
The Who tried gum for the first time the other day. He loved it. Wait until I teach him to blow bubbles. It’s a game-changer.