In my daughter’s third grade class, each kid is responsible for handing in their homework, without being reminded. If you do the homework, but don’t remember on your own to turn it in, you get a zero. I like the idea of responsibility and accountability but it seems pretty hard core and I could never measure up.
Like I just took Cash for his 4 month check up with a new pediatrician who I loved. He told me I can start feeding him rice cereal which is fun. Except I keep forgetting to start.
So I’ve put the cereal on the counter in the hopes that this will be some kind of tip off at meal time. If that doesn’t work, I’ll just post a sticky note on Cash’s head that says, “Try feeding me cereal.” One way or another, we will get this done.
Speaking of food – I went to the grocery store yesterday, ordered my ham at the deli and 8 hours later had still not picked it up. I wonder how long they give you to claim your ham over there.
Oh, and Rick now wants me to get his rye bread sliced in the bakery section of the grocery store.
He made this monumental request over the weekend and I looked at him as if he had just requested that I polish and wax a fleet of minivans.
Can’t he just be happy with a normal loaf of bread from the bread aisle? Nope. From the bakery section. Sliced by the bakery lady. First of all, it seems inconvenient for the bakery gal because now she has to stop texting to slice some guy’s bread. And second, this is an extra two or three minutes to my shopping run.
But Rick explained that his grandmother used to go to an actual bakery JUST for the best rye bread. Obviously I’m living the good life because I can get it at the grocery store.
I think my main problem is that I don’t appreciate bread the way other people do. On the other hand, I would drive three states away for milk chocolate malt balls.
But because I strive to be a good wife, I agreed to this arduous task.
In case you are grading me…
Remembering to feed Cash real food: 0
Remembering to pick up deli ham: 0
Wife attitude when husband makes small request for sliced rye bread: 0.
I’m definitely not making 3rd grade honor roll.