Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone;

But when she got there
Her cupboard was bare
And so her poor dog had none.


Gee, that seems to reign true in my life today. To rewind, I was due to do groceries on Monday or Tuesday last week. After looking through the freezer on Sunday last week I decided we had more than enough to get us through until Thursday or even Friday and only bought some essentials, like, milk, bread, cheese, and some fresh veggies. Thursday came and I wasn't feeling too well; a cold was coming on and my throat was terribly sore. Friday was deemed grocery day because I was sure I'd be feeling better by then; besides Craig's home on Fridays so I wouldn't have to drag the circus with me.

Friday arrived and I was feeling like a used bag of pucks. My throat was red and inflamed and I was starting to feel like I was getting the flu. You know the kind where your skin hurts, your hair hurts and any amount of standing or walking puts you into fits of dizziness. We also had tickets to go out Friday night (New Year Eve ya know). I made an appointment to see the on-call doctor and get my throat taken care of (thank-you penicillin) and spent the rest of the day in bed. My grocery list lay on the table at the front door.

Saturday came, I was feeling better and grocery stores were closed.

Now it's Sunday. I'm not even kidding you when I say there's no food in the house. If I had my way I would have run out first thing this morning and picked up at least some coffee and milk to get us through breakfast. I managed to dig a juice box out of the camping stuff so at least the kids had juice with their toast; and I had a bag of prunes in the fridge so they had an element of fruitishness. I'm afraid to see the final bill this morning at the grocery store!