We’re out of well, everything. So I had a microwaved hot dog and four glazed donut holes for breakfast. I’m not unaware of the irony of the proximity of this sordid confession to the Spongebob-popsicle-from-hell post. My children — at least the two who were awake — eschewed the hot dog idea and gleefully inhaled the other 21 donut holes for their (first) breakfast. I’m guessing they boiled noodles and ate dill pickles after I left for work. Oh, and we have some leftover taco shells.
I am a bad person and a worse mother.