Over the rainy weekend, my husband cleaned out our pantry and re-organized the chaos. This wasn't a terrible task since our pantry holds spices, rice, noddles, canned vegetables/soups, goldfish, pretzels, and juice boxes. I grocery shop sans kiddos to limit their begging and pleading for the occasional bag of chips or processed cookies which are reserved for parties.
In the midst of re-organizing, the kiddos stumbled across a gem. A lonely box of green Jello and a packet of cherry Kool-Aid. Which were purchased, last August, when I mistakenly towed three kids to the grocery store alone. "Can we make these? Mama, can we?" They harmoniousily chimed in unison eager for a treat. I struck a deal with them and agreed to the treat. "When you finish dinner we can make those together."
Needless to say, they finished their dinner in record time and threw on their aprons. I read the directions and started to boil the water. Lola carefully cut open the package, I poured the glass of hot water, and Jay poured the glass of cold water. Together they whisked and mixed and giggled. "J-E-L-L-O... We are making J-E-L-L-O." I plugged my nose at the stench coming from the Jello. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph... come and smell this husband!" As he approached to smell the horrific lime green slime mixture, I re-read the package.
LIMITED EDITION: Margarita flavor.
Sweet. Actually not so sweet. Anyone that knows me, knows that I can't stand the margarita flavor. Ugh!
I should have poured it down the drain. Instead, I looked into the kiddo's excited eyes filled with anticipation and remembered that I need to pick my battles. Was this a battle worth fighting with two super excited, processed food negelected, peaceful children?
No. Instead, I let my children eat the margarita flavored jello in peace. I made a note to myself to read labels more accurately and shop alone in the future. No. Matter. What.
I think I need a vacation sans margaritas. Sans kiddos. Sans chaos. Buy me a ticket to Sans Souci.