I'd like to take a moment from my day and share it with u Smiths chips.
I have three kids under 10, it's the first week of school holidays. The weather is inclement so the kids are tearing up the house. My nerves are on edge. I spy the box of chips on top the fridge. Quickly check where the kids are and steal away in the laundry with my mouth watering as I ever so quietly open a lunch size packet of twisties. (My favourite!!) as much as I'd love to savour this moment and enjoy ever morsel of this tiny packet slowly, I can't. Remember the kids I mentioned. So I tilt the packet, hovering just above my open mouth ready to gauge myself in delight. I take the first crunch... Wait, there is no crunch. I chew again, the same disappointment fills me with sadness. They are stale. To explain how this destroys my world I would need more time. But any mother who has had to hide to eat a treat would completely understand. My love for twisties in that one moment has been destroyed.
I have three kids under 10, it's the first week of school holidays. The weather is inclement so the kids are tearing up the house. My nerves are on edge. I spy the box of chips on top the fridge. Quickly check where the kids are and steal away in the laundry with my mouth watering as I ever so quietly open a lunch size packet of twisties. (My favourite!!) as much as I'd love to savour this moment and enjoy ever morsel of this tiny packet slowly, I can't. Remember the kids I mentioned. So I tilt the packet, hovering just above my open mouth ready to gauge myself in delight. I take the first crunch... Wait, there is no crunch. I chew again, the same disappointment fills me with sadness. They are stale. To explain how this destroys my world I would need more time. But any mother who has had to hide to eat a treat would completely understand. My love for twisties in that one moment has been destroyed.
I'm not sure how this will effect my relationship with twisties from here on... Only time will tell I guess. I'm willing to try but I'm hesitant at the least.
Regards
Disappointed mother of three.
Disappointed mother of three.
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