Fiver

This one is for my BFF, Julie. Who frequently teases me, when I gritch about having to pack lunch every day for Bean, "just give her five bucks...or peanut butter on a playing card".

Well, this morning, I gave her five bucks. Supposed to have therapy today, which means I pick her up early, which means I don't bother with packing lunch, therapist calls to cancel at 7:40, we have to be out the door at 7:55, Peabo wasn't up yet, dogs weren't walked -- you see the trajectory. Her teacher/aides are happy to get her something in the cafeteria since they are all in there eating lunch anyway, and hey, it's a change of pace for the Bean. I have to say though, I definitely feel like she's in for real school now and I'm one of those frazzled mothers with the half-brushed hair. I even had to take dry cereal and a sippy cup of milk along for Peabo to have breakfast in the car.

Good news is, it did make me laugh. And then I had my coffee, and all was well.