… in which I feel faint of heart.

Breakfast – cereal again. We’re running quite low. LightGirl confided in me that she does not particularly care for instant oatmeal (that we have 2 or 3 boxes of). She really prefers my homemade version. Too …. Bad.

Lunch – more frozen garbage from hell Schwans. I had a Design Team meeting in the evening which means my dinner is taken care of and the rest of the family can have leftover Beef Soup before hockey practice. LightGirl ate the. last. containerofapplesauce which I was lusting after to put on a piece of gingerbread. I’m still bitter about this. I will not reveal how petty I am to my daughter. But she will pay for her gluttony. Or something. She will have to eat instant oatmeal.

Dinner – Design Team meeting at which was served a SALAD from which emanated beams of light and a chorus of angels and cheese fondue (also very very good) into which we dunked bread AND apples. I was especially fond of the apples. LightHusband and Children had leftover Beef Soup and loved it again. It is good. LightBoy thinks I got the recipe from “colonial days.” I told him I made it up. I soared in his eyes. In about a year I’m going to bump my arse with him … but it’s nice right now.

I would quit now. Except I’m pretty sure we haven’t learned what we need to learn yet. We’re not done. I don’t know how I’ll know. But I will know when we’re done. Or. We will run out of food. Or. We will get scurvy or something horrible.

That’s all I have for today.