The Taco that Wasn't

After a fine morning and lovely adult lunch with a friend, I found myself wondering about dinner.

Surely I am not the only one who doesn’t wake up knowing what is for dinner, right?

But I got wrapped up in school work and neglected to think much further than…..food.

Decision made at 4pm…..tacos and rice. Always a hit with the crowd.

However, by the time I made this decision, both big kids were gone….Katie still at work and Alex at the movies/girlfriend's for the evening.

Rats.

You know how much I love taking my girls to the grocery store by myself, right?

Alas, I had no choice. So into the car we went.

As I buckled up Anna Grace, she said, “I know why you are taking us to the store when you usually don’t. It’s because no one is home to watch us.”

Keep on feeding that mommy guilt-o-meter, kid!

Off to Kroger we ventured…or as Abby says, Krogert.

Short list in hand, no problem.

Except for the side trips.

No Anna Grace, we don’t need that. Abby, where are you going? Get over here! Girls, let’s go. Stop pushing the cart. Stay beside me. Where are you going?

And it continued on and on and on.....lovely fun.

My list consisted of toothpaste, shampoo, nacho chips, trash bags, and taco stuff.

I am so smart to use little codes like “taco stuff”. I knew exactly what I meant.

Got the tomatoes, taco seasoning, already had cheese, sour cream, lettuce, and shells.

All set.

Checked out….another kid ordeal or twelve later, we reached the car and I said…..

I forgot the ground beef.

Yay me.

Back into the store we ventured with my double trouble in hand…..and came out with the required items.

Whew.

Got home, unpacked, and could not find the seasoning mixes. No idea where they went. Either still in the cart or still at the checkout….even though it was on my receipt.

Well crud.

Texted Katie at work and asked her to get some seasoning on the way home.

Then Dave called and said he was going to be late and would miss dinner.

Called Katie back and said….

Never mind.

Just get pizza.

We’ll try tacos another night. Too much trouble.

Geesh.