A couple forkfulls of cottage cheese. (I refuse to eat cottage cheese with a spoon.)
Some reheated restaurant fries from a few nights earlier.
A few bites of reheated mac 'n cheese off the Hawklets plates.
A bowl full of Brussels sprouts. Oh yes, a whole bowl full.
The rest of the halved grilled cheese (leftover from said restaurant) kids' meal that Reid couldn't/didn't want to finish.
All that? Oh, just my dinner a couple nights ago. At which time it glaringly obvious this mama has been working too much. Mom guilt in tow, I drug my bag of bones to the grocery store after that Top Chef dinner and like a zombie, walked the aisles tossing a little off this and some of that into a cart. And then - the crown on top of this perfectly imperfect mom moment - I walked out with my bags and had no idea where I had parked. I literally had to stop myself in front of the store and scan the lot, no idea even which direction I should head in.
But our fridge is not bare and our children are happy!
And that work part? Well, I'm working on it.