Mom of the Year Award Goes to Me
Little Man just brought me a quart of buttermilk with an inquiring smile. He wanted to use it on his breakfast cereal. This was after I insisted that the kids make some breakfast for themselves since it was 10:30. And no, I held firm that they couldn't have as much Easter candy as they could eat for breakfast-- like yesterday.
So the down shot is that I haven't shopped for over a week. Really I use that term shopping loosely since really all it takes is a few clicks of some keys and the Safeway.com man in a van delivers the groceries to my kitchen island. Yet, still I was too lazy, distracted, tired to make those few keystrokes!
Anyhow, Lil Man asks to use the buttermilk as my eldest grazes on dry Special K. Princess Baby is chewing on the stale heel of the remains of our bread. Lil Man already used the rest of my fat-free half and half on his cereal on Saturday-hence my IV of caffeine is black today. He is getting insistent that he wants buttermilk on his cheerios. I insist back that he try it. He gulps down the considerably old buttermilk in a glass and he seems okay with the taste. OKAY?! Luckily, peer pressure worked at this point because I was going to let him try it with a rejoinder that if he poured it, he would eat it.
Did I mention that at least it was low fat buttermilk?
4 Witty Comments For Me:
When are we going to check the mail?
Oh, btw, you didn't mention how satisfied you were! ;)
Ummm... "new and inventive ways that required much lubricant"
If I wasn't still laughing at the excellent turn of phrase, I would probably be waving the "TMI" flag right about now :)
TMI? No way! Now if we left our used pregnancy test hanging around a college apartment for a certain college room mate of Beau's to see...yes, definitely too much information. Or if I told you it was cherry-flavored, self-warming lubricant purchased from the previously named "Lover's Package" store...you get the picture. :)
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