Day 146
I. and I are on the way to
baseball practice while Chaz and the little boys head to tonight’s Cub Scouts
banquet. It’s another night of
divide and conquer that will end (if all goes well) with us all finishing
dinner together. Or that’s the
plan.
Thirty miles north of our designated meeting place, my phone bings to indicate a new
text message from Chaz. He writes:
“On your way back from BB can
you swing by Kroger and pick up some non-perishable items? They are collecting for the food drive
tonight and I forgot to bring stuff from home. Thanks.”
I’m not surprised the cans got
forgotten in the craziness of the weekend. It’s been non-stop activities since Friday night. Basketball. Birthday parties.
Play dates. Adult
party. Cake orders. Baseball. Cub Scouts. I look forward to Monday to recover from the weekend.
If we stop to pick up cans,
we’ll miss dinner altogether. As
it is, we’ll arrive an hour and a half late for a two and a half hour
party. I struggle for a bit but ultimately
choose to stop. How can I not?
Ian and I race into the grocery
and grab a dozen cans of beans, a few cans of tuna and a bag of rice. Arms full, we race back towards the checkout.
We arrive too late for dinner
but in time for the night’s entertainment, a circus performer who leads the
kids in Spongebob Squarepants while I. and I nibble on leftovers I’ve
scavenged from the kitchen.
It’s
all good. It always is.
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