Is it "Mother's" or "Mothers'"? Where's Mr. Drake when I need him?
For some reasons unbeknownst to me, even though I'm the one who did it, I purchased Pop Tarts.
This may seem like a seemingly inconsequential thing, but its really become a thorn in my side.
For example, when should I let my kids eat these empty calorie filled pastries? (If you can even call them pastries. I mean, look at me, I know a good pastry when I see one, and then eat it.)
Because, it's not healthy enough for breakfast. We like to start our day with something healthy: oatmeal, scamby eggs (I love "Cable Guy") French toast, pancakes, etc...something hot and filling.
So breakfast is out.
They're not healthy enough for a snack. I need my snacks to last because I'm too lazy to get up and make them another one.
They're not enough for lunch, and certainly not a side for dinner.
So what's the point of the Pop Tart?
This is my life, ladies and gentlemen. I sit here pondering the significance of a Pop Tart.
Brett and I used to have so much to talk about*. Deep things. Doctrine, politics, agriculture...maybe...and now it's Pop Tarts.
When I posted on FB about my awesome new fridge, a friend commented that my life is so totally far from hers. And she was so right.
I'm not jealous of her life, nor do I think mine is better in any way. Just different. I watch my kids through exhausted, but pleased eyes, mess up a barely clean living room, and I'm happy. Well, retrospectively happy.
I don't miss late nights, I don't miss dating (I married the man of my dreams, c'mon) I guess I miss my figure...but we all must sacrifice a little. Oh, and my brain, I miss my brain.
This is the plight of a mother. Giving up and gaining unmeasurable things. And trying to figure out what to do with 3 boxes of Pop Tarts.
And hoarding Oreo's.
*I guess this isn't true, as I think about it. We still talk about "deep" and interesting things. He makes me. I just have to laugh that the one thing "on my mind", that I'm actually thinking about, is when to feed the kids Pop Tarts.