Truth

It is a universal truth that on the day you need a rest -- a pseudo day off -- your children will instinctively know and take it up a notch.

Today is such a day. I woke up not feeling well and was really looking forward to the afternoon nap. Typically I will do my daily chores during this 3-hour siesta. Today I was going to relax and eat my hummus and flatbread.

I'm addicted to hummus.

I bought a great tub of hummus on Tuesday with some fabulous Greek flatbread, but I finished off the flatbread before I was done with the hummus.

So I picked up more flatbread at the grocery store today. But I knew I'd have more flatbread than hummus and that would be a miscarriage of justice.

So I went to buy more hummus. My great tub of hummus was there, but the store marked down the really expensive hummus and I thought "surely the fancier stuff will be better."

That was a bad decision.

I ate two bites of the hummus. Now if my husband doesn't take it to work tomorrow, it'll be going in the trash.

What I really miss is Trader Joe hummus. Mmm. That stuff is good. I really could eat that every day of my life and be happy.

I think they're building a knock-off Trader Joe's next to our home. At least, that's my theory. There's a large sign declaring "Trader Max Coming Soon" on an empty lot near the retail around our home. Lane thinks it a knock-off. Sounds like it to me.

So the moral is that I've been sitting here, not eating hummus, and listening to both my kids chatter away and not sleep up in their rooms.

And I'm not hungry, but I really want to eat something good. Like Trader Joe hummus.

And flatbread. Always flatbread. Never pita bread.