Pantry

Last night we should have gone to the store. Someone should have gone to the store. I knew we were out of jelly and we needed light bulbs but I could not remember what else we needed. What else. We always need something else and I for the life of me could not remember what it was, although I KNEW it had to be important.

I implored K to go to the store. Well actually I suggested he go to the store when he went routing around the pantry for light bulbs and I informed him that I had single handedly replaced the living room light bulb the day before so we are now light bulbless. I said I knew we needed something else, bread maybe. He stared at me blankly. I said "Someone should go to the store, I know we need light bulbs, maybe bread and something else..." He started walking up the stairs as I repeated my conculsion that SOMEONE should go to the store (and it certainly could NOT be me as I was already in my jammies). I said something to the effect of it being obvious he wasn't going to go to the store as he was walking up the stairs and got a flat "shut the fuck up" look from him. Hmmmpf.

This morning Super Girl decended the stairs and as usual requested breakfast, her usual cereal. That is when I remembered "Oh yeah! We are out of cereal!" I asked her if she wanted oatmeal which she quickly refused with a twisted up face (BRAT). Cabbage Patch requested toast and was refused as there was only two pieces left to make lunch for Super Girl. The sulking and whining started. (not me, the kids) *sigh* Super Girl got some yogurt from the fridge, took two bites and declared it 'yucky' Cabbage Patch declined the offer of yogurt so I was left scrounging the pantry for breakfast for them. Vanilla waffers and milk. What? It's no worse than Frosted Flakes, probably better. The whineing subsides momentairly and I head to the pantry to make some oatmeal for myself. I discovered what else I need at the store. Splenda. Damn it. I've got three packets left. That's enough for one perfect cup of coffee and one okay cup of coffee. I choose to leave the Splenda for my coffee and instead use *horrors* sugar in my oatmeal. I RARELY ever have real sugar in my house. Why? Because I'll eat it. Not like standing in the pantry with a spoon shoveling it into my mouth or anything like that, but I'll bake (I also rarely ever have flour in the house either) and I'll eat what I bake and my ass will grow wider and wider - hell I'm convinced that just having sugar in the house makes my ass grow wider. But I digress. I made my oatmeal with brown sugar and cinnamon. I offered some to Super Girl as I don't want her going to school without a good breakfast and her eating breakfast at school is OUT of the question (especially after I dicovered that she HAD been eating breakfast at school nearly EVERY day - this is AFTER I had already fed her here at home!!! This discovery solved the mystery of why the lunch money I sent was not lasting as long as it should have been - untill then I was thinking that maybe the lunch prices had gone WAY up). I finally succeeded in getting her to try the damned oatmeal which she liked and she wanted, so I made some for her. Great now she had a good breakfast but we were not running late. I'm barking orders at her to EAT while I put her socks and shoes on her. *sigh*

All because we didn't go to the store last night.