It’s the day before payday. The celery lies limp and lonely in the bottom of the fridge. There’s not much left in there to kick up a party.
Tonight we are having some pasta and black bean patties–AGAIN–and you know what, it’s going to be just fine. Then after the kids go to bed, I will head to the store to fill up the fridge. Six gallons of milk this week? Or eight? Should I meal plan? Or should I just aimlessly wander up and down the aisles throwing food and diapers into the cart?
Regardless, I am coming home tonight with ice cream. It’s on sale.
Some might think we eat beans because they are cheap and good for you. But tonight we’re having beans so I can eat Bryers Peach ice cream in a very big bowl.