Dear Frijole,
My god, to have some chocolate milk right now would make me the happiest girl alive. Not the powder or syrup that you stir into milk. I want the kind you buy at the store pre-made. The kind that is thick and creamy and smooth.
This craving started slow--just as a passing thought of, "Oh, that sounds good." But it has begun to grow. When I placed my grocery order to be delivered today, I put some on the list. The groceries were two hours late this afternoon, and I agonized and waited and watched the clock. When the guy arrived, I could barely contain myself. He handed me the receipt and I signed for the delivery and he said very casually, "Oh, we were out of the chocolate milk so that wasn't included."
I wanted to smack him all the way back to his delivery truck. Didn't he understand!? I need chocolate milk! My baby needs chocolate milk! (Sorry: sometimes it's convenient to blame things on you.)
I suppose I could have trekked myself to the store after that, but I was exhausted and cranky and my head hurt and I lay down instead.
And now I am one sorry chica.
I baked a carrot cake at 2 in the morning this weekend. When it came out of the oven, I realized I had no frosting, and no cream cheese to make frosting with. I sat on the kitchen floor and cried. When baby "needs" something, she needs it now!
ReplyDeleteOh sweetie! I know those moments! I hope your carrot cake was still wonderful.
ReplyDeleteMan, that sounds good. Now you've got me thinking.