Both my boys love cinnamon bread. Last night when I went to the grocery store, it was on sale so I picked up a loaf. This morning when I was getting their fruit filled pancakes ready, I thought I'd give them a piece of cinnamon bread and be the best mom of the day.
Well, I went to cupboard where we keep such items and it wasn't there. Bummer. I figured I must have left it at the store at the check out -you know how the cashier keeps your bread and eggs at the top of the conveyor belt until the end so they don't get squished. Oh, well, it was only $1.98 so not worth going back for.
As I was getting my lunch ready to take to work I went to grab the pickles in the refrigerator. Nope. Not there. I quickly remembered that Brett helped put the groceries away and if I'm not paying attention, the ice cream ends up in the pantry so I thought maybe he just stuck them somewhere else. Nope. Can't find them anywhere. Then I thought, huh....I don't remember putting away the green olives either. They are nowhere. Ugh.
I grabbed my receipt and started noting all the other things that were "missing" - tomotoes, cream of mushroom soup, mandrain oranges....I went out to the car hoping that I left a bag in the trunk. Not so much. I called the grocery store and sure enough, my missing items where logged in their "paid but not taken" book. I stopped there on my way into work and had to go gather all the items that I forgot, bring them to the counter and then sign that I picked them up. I felt like such an idiot! The cute, young gal working made me feel better by stating, "oh, don't worry, it happens multiple times everyday where people leave their stuff." Oh, good.