Deep breath.
The kids' bags are packed with all the little things they'll need, and this time around I'm remembering that labels are important, so that Jr doesn't come home wearing someone else's shoes. Or diapers. No really.
Miss is excited to go to "school" and play with her friends, and my new shoes are waiting by the door.
I'm trying very hard to focus on positive things, but let's think about something else...Here's something that you probably don't know about me: I ate at Wendy's (almost) every day when I was working.
Something else: I'm glad there isn't a Wendy's even in the same town as the new branch, because that would be cruel. And possibly because they'd get to know me by name there, and get my order ready when they see my car pull into the parking lot.
Not that it happened like that or anything.
The coffee's going to be the worst part, if I'm being honest with myself (clearly I am. This morning). At the old branch there was a great little coffee shop just around the corner. I'll miss getting out of the office for a quick walk and a chance to get some fresh air.
Er, I guess maybe I could just take a walk? Without buying anything? Does that sound craaazy or what?
Since I've seen the light and mended my sorry spendthrift ways, I've packed my lunch (and coffee) for work. No leftovers in the house, I worked on next week's Food Waste Friday post instead: I used up the last two grapefruits in my fridge for a little salad, a half a baguette from the freezer and some leftover cream cheese, radishes and lemon zest for sandwiches, some homemade crackers that I'll post about this week, and The. Best. Oatmeal. Cookies. Ever.
I can resist the temptation of Wendy's, since the half hour drive to the closest one would eat up my lunch break pretty fast, but I can resist the temptation of the great Thai food across the street and the fantastic sushi around the corner and the coffee shop down the hill because I believe in our goals. And I'm excited about my packed lunch.
That's what I tell myself, anyway.
