I swore to myself that I’d never become this kind of mom: breakfast, groceries, cleaning, schoolwork, dance class, basketball, fast food supper and then knitting hour with the girls. I have always been certain I could pace things out in a calm and orderly manner. After all, that’s why I’m staying home every day. Reality check. Not when you have 3 kids, a working husband and a mom that needs to have a little “away” time each week.
Soooo….after all of my deep planning to eat Vegan (ish) and Vegetarian (ish)….. it will be McDonald’s for supper. In the mini-van. Somewhere between dance and basketball. It is what it is. I suppose I could pre-pack a heart healthy dinner, but I think every American family should be entitled to a little bit of bad stuff. In moderation. After all, chicken nuggets, apples and milk aren’t all that bad. No, I don’t want to think about how the chickens lived/died for this food. Yes, I pray the milk came from “happy cows.” Yes, I hope the apples are from a neighboring US state to minimize the carbon footprint (um, I suppose I’m too hopeful there). But I realize when things are prepped for a potential meltdown (either kids or mom). McD’s to the rescue.
Tonight is knitting night. I still need to introduce you to my knitting peeps. I’ll save that for another time. I also need to introduce you to my eldest child, who is far too similar to me. Coming soon….
In closing, I’d like to send a personal “hooooonnnkkkk” back at the gentlemen who didn’t think I was moving fast enough in the grocery store parking lot. Right back at you, sir. May your diet be rich in trans fats.