Two years ago a friend of ours with a self-employed husband, two kids and an ailing father who had recently moved into her home, made me feel like lazy-schmuck-mom when she decided to go back to nursing school.
About a month ago she graduated…with honors…and yesterday she found out she passed her boards. After two years of hearing, “I can’t. I have to study” it was time to celebrate.
At the last minute I decided to throw together some dinner. A Mexican fiesta, if you will. Mostly because no Mexican fiesta is complete without margaritas.
The kids and I headed to the grocery store and my son got the coveted job of being the “list checker-offer”. His tiny, eight-year-old self, which still fits easily into the seat of a shopping cart, called off the items. As I added them to the cart, he would mark them off the list.
Now, you can not deny that you look in other carts to see what people are buying. I do it. I know you do it too. Standing amid the produce section with a cart full of colorful peppers, lettuce, onions and tomatoes, I knew I was disliked by more than one parent with a non-veggie eater. I could hear them thinking, “How does she do it?” I may have puffed up my chest. Just sayin’.
But, as he usually does, my son brought my delusions of parenting grandeur to a crashing halt when he loudly stated, “Okay, the next thing we need is Triple Sec.”