An innocent mistake

I haven't been cooking right ever since I got those darn wisdom teeth out almost a week ago, and for the past day or so our meals have gone something like, "Well, we could have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with milk, except we don't have bread. Or milk." We TOTALLY needed to go to the store.

But a dental checkup filled my morning opportunity, and our good friend Sara stopped by for an absolutely LOVELY serendipitous visit this afternoon. Therefore we ended up going after "dinner" tonight.

Part of me knew this was a mistake, but I didn't want to wait another day only to try to have cereal, toast, yogurt, milk, bananas, or some other breakfast food that was completely gone. We piled into the car for a huge grocery marathon.

It was just past bedtime when we returned. The only thing I really wanted to do while the girls changed into their jammies was to put cold foods away properly. I thought things were going at least as well as could be expected when Nora presented herself to me, with poor, poor Zelda's little skull in her chubby hands and a tabby body dangling alarmingly, announcing proudly, "I holding!"

Oh. My. Gosh. Every single nerve ending shot into overdrive or something. After rescuing the kitten, I wondered aloud how many times one has to explain and show proper kitten procedures to a toddler before they really sink in.

I feel horrible for that poor little cat! Fortunately, Zelda seems none the worse for it physically or mentally. I only wish I could say the same for myself. Oh. My. Gosh.