This morning I was so proud of myself. We needed groceries, and I love Starbucks. Usually we do our town day on Wednesday, but since I missed my grocery shopping last weekend, I had just gone on Monday so we didn’t need much of anything. But today we needed to go to the grocery store or I was going to have to see Ben cry again when I didn’t have a tortilla to make his daily bean burrito for lunch.
We got out of the house around 8:25, which I believe is a personal record. The library doesn’t open until 10:00, but since we weren’t going to the library, I could get my shopping done and not have to wait for my Starbucks treat. We went to Starbucks – tall, non-fat Chai Tea Latte and blueberry muffin, thank you – and then turned back and went to the grocery store.
I pulled into the grocery store and started unloading the children from the car. Caroline, in a sweet, pleading voice, said, “Read book? Read book?” Ah, yes, we hadn’t gone to the library, had we? I got tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I’m such a wimp. I spent the entire time in the grocery store strategizing how I was going to keep the ice cream from melting while we made a quick stop at the library.
Needless to say, we went to the library. Ben has some new books about football. Joey had enjoyed Curious George Plays Baseball and wanted me to find a book about Curious George and football, but alas, I do not think football was such a big sport back when the Curious George stories were written. Caroline has two stories: That’s Not My Tractor and The Story of Peter Rabbit (both board books).
As for the ice cream, when we got home, it was soft, but it hadn’t leaked so I assume it is okay. It’s in the freezer now, and everyone is enjoying their books. Pass the Kindle, please.