We’re out of bread!
Maybe that seems like a simple issue. Go to the store and get more. But what you don’t know is that I went to the store three times last week. Yesterday my in-laws came for a visit and brought tons of yummy treats. Still…We’re out of bread.
My goal is to always be prepared and have extra of anything possible to store. In our garage, we have a second refrigerator and two freezers. I fill these with backups whenever that item goes on sale. With two teenaged boys and two growing girls, we need a lot of food.
But still, this morning, my husband looks at me and says, “Hey, we’re out of bread.”
Don’t misunderstand me. I love being a wife and mother. Taking care of my family is a privilege. It’s the grocery store I’m not fond of. Now that our local university is back in session, Fred Meyer is packed like a clown car at a circus. I actually had to drive around looking for a parking place. All this for the honor of pushing a cart with no tread on one wheel and an intermittent, high-pitched squeal. And when I get to the end of the journey, yep, that’s when I get to hand over all my money.
The other option is one of those huge, mega-warehouse establishments. It feels less crowded, at least until you get to the check out, but the fruit is only fruit in looks. One bite of that shiny apple and you know you’re tasting some kind of man-made replica. There’s no flavor. I don’t know how they do it, but this store has actually sucked the flavor out of their fruit.
All right. Deep breath. Here we go.
It’s time to accept my fate. We’re out of bread.
Today, I’ll be going to the grocery store.
What will you be doing?