Starving Children in Africa
(Still no baby.)
Due dates can wreak havok with your life, especially when, like in our case, they tend to be ignored.
I really wasn’t expecting to be at work this week, so we didn’t have anything available to pack for lunch (today, I went with the Marquette Inn’s turkey club — no mayonnaise). Same goes for dinner tonight. I’m not sure what we have to eat other than some 12-month-old frozen dinners from Trader Joe’s. And seeing as how Barnabas is a stubborn child already, we may have these same challenges tomorrow and Wednesday and Thursday and…
Now, I’m sure you’re just saying, “Quit yer complainin’, boy, and go to the grocery store.” And, sure, that sounds like a good idea in principle. But then we go and plop down $150 for a cartload of perishables, and next thing you know, Kristen’s water breaks and while we’re at the hospital every 8th grader in the neighborhood is rooting through our fridge for their next science project.
Of course, now that I think about it, Kristen going into labor right now is well worth $150 and some vandalism by the local teens.
