It’s been one of those weeks. We’ve been running hither and yon constantly. We haven’t been home long enough for me to make real meals until today. And when I tried to make breakfast this morning, I realized we had no food! Thank goodness the hubs forgot to take his leftovers from last night’s drive-thru dinner to work. However, the boy chose to go hungry rather than eat the cold, popcorn chicken. So I typed up a grocery list while eating the cold, popcorn chicken and dreaded going to the store.
“Don’t you want REAL food in your house,” you ask. “Don’t you want to be able to nourish your family with wholesome goodness so they have go-power and live long, healthy, prosperous lives?” Yes! Yes, I truly do!
But here’s the thing: it involves putting on pants. I don’t need every hair in place, flawless makeup nor stain-free clothes to leave the house, but I do need pants. And I’ve “panted” enough this week. I panted all over the DC Metro area this week: interacted with strangers while volunteering at a concession stand, having conversations with other basketball parents before, between and after games, matching the loud cheers of the other parents so well that I caused my own hearing aid to squeak and whistle and ensured the uniforms were washed daily so the teenager didn’t leave the house in stinky pants. I’ve even shamefully tried to convince my son to skip at least one, if not all three, of the 4-H activities he has this weekend, by telling him he’ll miss out on playing with his neighborhood friends, so I can stay home. So, TODAY, I need a break from panting. I just. Don’t. Want. To pant today.
I went upstairs to shower and pant but put it off by visiting the boy in his room, instead. “You know what I’m in the mood for,” he asked. Please say staying home all weekend, I thought. “Pizza!” I didn’t explain to him that we are NOT going to get food out AGAIN, that we are going to the grocery store, because I knew couldn’t be convincing. I left his room and, instead of going into mine to pant up, I wandered back downstairs.
I saw I had a missed call from the hubs so I called him back, if only to put off the inevitability of panting a little longer.
The hubs: Back from grocery shopping?
Me: No. I’ve been busy. Going to get ready now.
The hubs: Oh, good, I caught you! I’m in the mood for sushi!
Me: Ugh! The boy’s in the mood for pizza, but we need real food in the house!
The hubs: I’ll bring home sushi & pizza and then do the shopping tomorrow while you and the boy are at 4-H.
And just like that, I got a “buy” (yup, I’m a sports mom, now). A buy that includes sushi. And I’m taking it. Because…pants.
UPDATE: The boy just walked by with something crinkling in his hand. “What’s that,” I asked. “I found a cheese stick and ate it,” he replied.
I burst into tears. “I’m sorry we don’t have any food but I just can’t pant today!”
He wrapped me in his arms and patted my back. “You don’t have to pant today, Mom. And it’s OK that we don’t have any food. You know why? Because we have ingredients and we’ll make food.”