My four year old wants lunch. My 20 month old is already down for a nap, not waiting for lunch, she’s down for the count. I proceed over to the fridge to see what I can whip up tasty-like. Not feelin’ the contents of the fridge for lunch, though.
I waddle to the pantry. My very pregnant, frugal self looks at the remaining loaf of bread, half left, and thinks “For lunch I shall make my children grilled cheese.”
My 20 month old, as of late, has been getting an entire grilled cheese on her plate and not finishing it. So my very pregnant frugal self again thinks “I will use 3 pieces of bread, and split one to make her a half-of-a grilled cheese.”
Proud of my astute frugal-ness, I commence grilled cheese cooking. Pan isn’t hot yet, so I step away to reload Twitter. And my blog. And my email. And something else.
(You can see where this is going, can’t you?)
Suddenly, the very observant smoke alarm goes off. I panic. First about it going off and not seeing/smelling smoke. Second because my 20 month old just went to sleep, and with the morning I had with her, I really needed her to sleep off her will to destroy.
By the way, when you’re due anyday, you move like you’re in mud. I couldn’t get to the stove fast enough.
The poor grilled cheese was on its death bed, half blackened. I managed to get it up off the pan, turn on the fan, and wave the smoke detector to stop yelling at me. Sigh of relief, it stops, toddler is still asleep (ahh, to have that ability to sleep through anything).
So I peel the blackened bread from the other, slap the intended sandwich for Sleepy-Mc-Destroys-A-Lot with my 4 year old’s remnants of a sandwich, butter it, and put it back on the pan, this time intent on actually watching what I’m cooking while I’m cooking it.
(Novel idea, huh?)
As I take another piece of bread and cheese out, I suddenly scowl because it occurs to me, not only in my so-called frugal plan did I NOT save a slice of bread, I actually ended up using an extra cheese. All because of Twitter.
Or maybe because of my addiction to it.
I can’t make this stuff up.
