… in which I begin to embrace the reality of my packratting ways.

Breakfast – cereal all around. Yes, we still have cereal. Yes, I am still hoarding the “Life.” Yes, I am the evil Mommy.

Lunch – after the great freezer purge and reorganize we all had various frozen treats that were reheated in the microwave. I had chicken potpie. We have many, many chicken pot pies. The LightChildren had single serve lasagnas.

Dinner – homemade beef & barley soup with Schwan’s Southern Style biscuits. Finished one bag (three more to go) This is terrible. LightBoy made cookies for dessert. There is enough leftover soup for another meal and several single servings.

From what I understand we are down to three now. Sherri, Steve and me/us. As my AwakeFriend pointed out to me with his characteristic wiseacre grin, the winner here is really the biggest loser. Whoever wins, we both agreed, is the one who’s been hoarding the most food and who wants to cop to that? So this contest is now beginning to give me a stomache-ache. Do I really want my nasty little hoarding habits hung out on a limb for all to see? I know I hoard fabric, but that doesn’t cause anyone else to go to sleep hungry, does it? Or does it? I’m not so sure any more.

It has made LightHusband happy. Our outflow in the cash department has all but ceased. Good for the bank account. Hmmm … there are some good lessons there. Lessons that I hoped we’d learn. But will they hold? That remains to be seen. Is it wise to help our bank account? What does that do to the local economy? That’s no excuse to spend wildly, but what does it do to the economy for everyone to become thrifty?

Well, the aforementioned AwakeFriend is coming for coffee and I might have mentioned some gingerbread. So I’m going to rustle some up and ponder these large questions of life.