Yes, it is true. I have admitted this fact on here before and in admitting it, you would think that I would change my ways......no such luck. OK, so this month I was sure to put snack day in BOLD print on the calendar. ( I WAS TRYING! I REALLY WAS!)
But wouldn't you know the morning of the 17th, at about 7 a.m., my husband looks at me with this panicked look and says, "You do know it is Mia's snack day, don't you??"
SIDE NOTE: Now this is the part of the story when my blood pressure rises to stroke levels and I have to fight the urge to scream at him and say, "Why is it that because God gave me one of your ribs and a uterus, I am supposed to remember every blessed thing in this house??" But, I refrain.
It is at this point, panic sets in. We have to leave in 5 minutes. It is Wednesday, which means that anything decent that was purchased at the grocery store has now been consumed. It has to be healthy....lord knows if it could be "Little Debbie's" I would be fine. But at this point, I got nothin'. Then in an "Ah-Ha" moment, my husband and I lock gazes and for one of the very few times, have a mutual thought. PANTRY CLEAN OUT TIME!! I go straight for "the untouchables," I know you all have these too...it is the one or two items left out of a pack of crackers, granola bars, etc., that for some reason unknown to man, no one will eat. I am not sure why it happens, but there are always random left overs. Maybe we grew tired of them before we ate the last one and they just stay in the pantry until I finally accept the fact that NO ONE is going to touch them...."the untouchables."
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| The basket of "Untouchables"...there are fiber bars, granola bars, nutrigrain bars, you name it...... |
I quickly grab the basket full and start counting...we need 19...... please let there be 19......16, 17, 18.....YES, 19! Success!
It is at this point, that Mia walks into the room and realizes what we are doing.....and FLIPS out! "NO! NO! NO! I am not carrying those for snack, everyone will hate me if I bring that for snack!" She is crying hysterically! Her father and I are just standing there, shocked. I mean who knew that "snack" was such a big, stinkin' deal? The granola bars are fine (I promise I wouldn't send out of date stuff) and everyone can chose a different one, how cool is that? I tried to explain this to Mia....who was not hearing one word!
OK, plan "B". Since carrying this snack must be akin to social suicide in a 1st graders mind, we have to come up with something. Back to the pantry......where I find not 1, not 2, but 3- half-eaten boxes of Cheez-Its. Now, why we had 3 half-eaten boxes is beside me....in fact, it is about as confusing as why we can't finish a whole box of granola bars (or the many other household mysteries....why it is so hard to put another roll of toilet paper on the roll and who takes that 1 sock out of the dryer and hides it?"). But, we rush to fill 19 snack bags with Cheez-Its.....some kids got exactly 9 crackers....sorry! But, Mia is satisfied and off to school she goes. She comes in that afternoon, hugs me hello and says, "everyone loved my snack, Mom!" SUCCESS!.....until next time. :)
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