There are three words I hate to hear at the end of a long day as I’m heading home from work. They are:

Some days I wonder what we do with all the milk we buy. We can’t possibly be drinking it all.

Last weekend I did my shopping on Saturday because lots of stuff is closed on Easter Sunday.

I bought a gallon of milk.

On Tuesday I got home sort of early and the weather was beautiful so we walked, the BoyChild actually rode his bike, to the store and bought another gallon of milk.

Today.THIS.IS.ONLY.THURSDAY. as I was heading home from the office the Husband called. He said those dreaded words.

Are you counting with me? This will be our third gallon of milk in less than a week.

While I know it’s the paranoid bitch in me but I sometimes wonder if the Husband and the Children are pouring it out and telling me we need more just to drive me crazy.

Ciao,
M&Co.