Quick Wins

Arthur asked for a play date with his best friend this morning. So I reached out to his best friend‘s parents. They said sure, we can pick him up just before noon to go play in Strawberry Creek. This is their favorite thing to do lately—splash around and maybe catch a ditch lobster (crawfish). But Dacia left for the salon this morning and I knew she wouldn’t be back before noon. And it slowly dawned on me that I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE ARTHUR’S LUNCH.

I haven’t made his lunch since before the accident. This required me to:

• wash his lunchbox from yesterday,
• get the peanut-butter-filled pretzels and Trader Joe’s brand Swedish fish (his faves) out of the snack drawer,
• use my grabber to get the bread from our breadbox aka the top of the microwave,
• find the black raspberry jam in the fridge (behind the diced onions from when Althea was making guacamole last night),
• grab my lap board so I can make a pb&j sandwich,
• look at the lunch and realize it’s not super healthy,
• grab some strawberries from the garden and cut them up on the cutting board,
• feed Tycho the strawberry tops,
• shoo Tycho from the kitchen,
• put the strawberries in the lunchbox,
• shoo Tycho from the kitchen,
• go grab my phone to snap a selfie with the assembled lunch,
• shoo Tycho from the kitchen,
• tell Tycho to stop begging with his puppy-dog eyes,
• send Tycho outside,
• draw the shade so I can’t see Tycho staring at me,
• take the selfie,
• feel frustrated that I can no longer suck my belly in,
• jeez, the dog is still staring at me,
• and write this post