Sell Out

So, like every mom ... I sometimes get the umph in me to be the best I can be. I will make everything from scratch and clean like the Queen is stopping by. So, I have always had a bit of this Donna Reed-ness in me, hence I had never in my life purchased let alone used instant mashed potatoes. I mean, what person lowers themselves to buy powdered food. Well, my sister did. She swore by things. They are soo easy she would rave as she was rolling on the floor laughing at my feeble attempts to be The Martha Stewart of Ohio. So, browsing at the local grocery (read: desperately trying to end the shopping tryade known as hell with two toddlers), I stop at the boxed potatoes. I look up and down the aisle to make sure I don't know anyone, and descreetly drop a box in. I hope feverishly that I don't know the checkout clerk. All went well. I decide to sell out and use them one night. I mentally apologize to my children as I set the double cheddar bowl of potatoes on the table. My three year old eats them up. He asks for seconds. I am beginning to get a little miffed. Whose team is he on anyhow??? Then, words that struck me to the core came out of his instant potato encrusted little mouth:



These are waaay better than the other potatoes, Mom. Look at how much I ate and now I want more.



I am broken. And, I have another double box in the far corner of my pantry. Shame Shame.

*Vintage Post