a dozen little 'good mommy' rewards

I hate grocery shopping, like scotch tape my eyeballs open and throw me into a pine tree, kind of a hate. Even worse, missing my weekend shopping trip, meaning I have to skip my Monday night's mind numbing hours of HGTV including House Hunters, where I sit yelling at the television for people complaining about the yearly taxes of a house, try living in Minneapolis, seriously people.

So, I'm grocery shopping, it's 9PM on a Monday night.

When I'm forced to shop after my kiddos go to bed/'Mommy's Zone Out time', I like to reward myself with a little treat, a little something special for being a 'good mom' and putting something on the table other than Easy Mac (which I love and often ponder why they even sell the stove top kind anymore, but I digress).

Most of my time, behind the wheels of the cart, is spent throwing things in and looking up and down the aisles for the best possible good job grocery shopping, Mommy - reward.

Finally I spied it: a temporary price reduction (a TPR, if you aren't not familiar with those awesome little, yes - I'm cheap, orange stickers) on a box of a dozen donuts. It was the last box and it didn't include any of those fake cake, only pretending to be a donut, donuts. Perfection. At $4.99, absolute perfection.

At home, when I place my white box of a dozen little 'good mommy' rewards on the counter, my husband asks: "Who's going to eat that many donuts?"

11 hours later, which is including 7 hours of me sleeping, I'd eaten 3.625 donuts. The .625 came from eating the last of Wyatt's because I just couldn't bear to put it down the garbage disposal. I came to the realization, it would probably be me who'd eat them all.

So I stacked them all nice on a glass plate, wrapped them in saran wrap and sent them to work with my husband as a gesture of thanks.

Thank you, employer of my husband, for keeping him employed in this crappy economy, please accept this plate of (day old, make that two since he brought them in the next day. Come to think of it, they were on TPR, so they could even be 3 days old by the time they reached his office - OK, so possibly 3 days old) crappy donuts.