Old Mother Hubbard

As most of you know, my family and I will be moving in a couple of days.  We'll be out of our house for about four days while our belongings get moved.  This means we won't be able to take our food from the refrigerator and freezer with us.  I've been letting our food supply dwindle.  If you come over and peek in our refrigerator and cupboards, you won't see much of anything.  My kids have not been pleased about this.

"Mama," my son said.  "I need something to eat."

"There's some lunchmeat and bananas," I said.

"But I don't want lunchmeat and bananas," he complained.

My daughter got on the bandwagon.  "Yeah, Mom.  Where's the ice cream?"

Okay, even I admit, it's been tough not having ice cream.  That's my personal weakness.  "Sorry kid.  No ice cream.  No cookies.  No cake.  No chocolate.  (Another major catastrophe!) You'll just have to deal with it."

"Mama, you're worse than old Mother Hubbard," my son exclaimed.

Yes, I know.  I'm the most rotten mom on the planet.  Next I'll be sending my kids to the market to sell our pet cat for some food.  And then my boy will trade the cat for some magic beans.  Which of course will sprout into a giant beanstalk with a castle at the top. (Let's hope there's a chicken that lays golden eggs up there!)



This will be my last post for a while.  I'll be offline while my family and I settle into our new home.  I'll miss all of you.  But don't worry.  I'll be back!