But patio lunch wasn't to be. Do you remember the days (you surely had them, yes?) where milk had to be bought before bedtime or you wouldn't get through bedtime? The lovely husband was tied up in meetings all day and night. I was the only choice for the candidate of bedtime savior. And as we rushed out the door on the way to school this morning, the girls had completed an extensive scavenger hunt of the garage and every bathroom cabinet.
If we were going to prevail through evening, I needed to forsake patio lunch for the greater good of running a lunch-hour errand: buying toilet paper. That's just how glamorous motherhood can be some days, as glorious as a November sky.
I hesitated to post something lighthearted, given the gravity of the inspiration, but then I remembered that this post is borne from a work of fiction. No disrespect to the characters, of course. Do you also forget that their stories and sorrows aren't real? Dani's mother made me think about the question: to what lengths do we go for our children? Today, the answer was to Target for toilet paper. Sometimes, of course, it's a lot farther.