Inconsistencies

They say what you put in your shopping cart at the grocery store reveals a lot about you. If that is true, then I think late-night trips likely reveal even more.

What did I bring home from the store last night?

• (2) cans organic soy-based infant formula
• (2) bags organic teddy grahams
• (2) decidedly non-organic individual pies, apple and cherry
• (1) bottle of the cheapest cheap-ass red wine available
• (1) bag beef jerky

It may seem to be the diet of a very conflicted family. I was hunting for some comfort food. (And noticed the teddy grahams were on sale.) Cancer seems to have given us back Judy (yay!) this week, but it also took a member of my husband's family. Days before we were to fly down to see him again. Sometimes you just have to sit down with a sugary pocket of pie goodness (or in T's case, meat sticks and bad wine) and hope for a little break.

In other news, I'm going against the wishes of probably every last child in my town and hoping that it doesn't snow this weekend. Ms B is supposed to come up tomorrow to spend a couple of days with us. I'd hate to see her trapped at home when she's so wanting a little Firefly fix. Firefly is thisclose to crawling and it would be fun if Ms B could share in that milestone. And I find myself wanting a little B fix for myself. It's a different feeling for me, one that's causing me to rethink some things about the role affection plays in our open adoptions (current thoughts: helpful to have, harmful to fake).