That's How You Know

...it's time for a vacation.

I usually end up eating breakfast alone.

Bryce is at work.

Brylin safely at school.

Paisley playing.

Brant making messes until he spots me with food, then he shares with me.

Sometimes, like today, I make it to my breakfast before Paisley asks me for a snack.

My oatmeal container is empty so I opted for cold cereal.

Ten seconds later Paisley asks me for a snack, which was difficult consider it's pay day tomorrow and we are on a budget, mother hubbards cupboard is bare.

I scrounged up some marshmallows and the remains of what once was crackers.

Grabbed a clean sippy, filled it with the last of the apple juice.

Get Paisley a cup, open the fridge, and...no milk.

Check the counter...no milk.

Check the table...no milk.

Look on top of the fridge next to our last, half empty box of cereal...the milk.

For the first time I was grateful my four year old needed a snack.

That milk has to get us through til tomorrow you know.