This afternoon I dropped off Noah at gym class and Faith and I ran to the grocer for a few things -- a ripe avocado, baby greens, stain spray -- stuff. The closest grocer was a high-end grocery store on the rich end of town, not one at which I usually shop (as I'm neither high-end nor rich, not to mention it's not close by). I found my avocado and mixed greens, and then I meandered over to the laundry aisle for some stain spray.
I found the stain spray and then I found a box of Washing Soda, which I can't get at my discount grocer, as well as a bar of Fels Naptha. I grabbed a box and a bar and then I browsed. I'm probably one of the only people in the world who loiters in the laundry aisle. I love my laundry products. I saw they had some nice laundry baskets on sale for $3 each and grabbed two. I didn't become conscious of the fact that I broke my Lenten fast until I got to the car and realized I bought something we really didn't need. I didn't take them back. Such a sinner.
After we left the store I got a call from my mom and since we were just a couple blocks from her house she asked me to stop by. She had bought Faith a dress for Easter. And shoes, and socks, and a shrug. Faith tried on the dress, it fits, and it's darling. Thank goodness for grandma.
We left my mom, picked up Noah and headed home. Noah was happy because he enjoys gym class. And because when we arrived home he was about 92.5% done with school for the day (just an estimate). Faith was happy because she had a new Easter dress. And shoes, and socks, and a shrug. And a grandma who spoils her. I was happy because I had two new laundry baskets. See what a sinner I am? I coveted my laundry baskets more than I anguished breaking my Lenten fast.
Josh arrived home from school within the hour, and he was happy because he earned a good grade on a history test. It's so nice when we are all happy at the same time. Of course, it didn't last all afternoon, but it was nice while it lasted.
Josh is not always very happy when he arrives home from school. In fact, he rarely is, and that fact very much bothers me. I know other people get used to their kids being grumpy after school. I guess if my children went to school from kindergarten I'd be used to it. I remember one of Geoffrey's preschool teachers who said she used to have to practically throw raw meat onto the driveway to entice her daughter into the house when she got off the bus. I can't imagine doing that for 13 years. At this point Josh is an adult and there's not much I can do to make him happy, except offer a nice snack and the comfort of home. I don't like it though.