“Tessie, you have everything you need with you before we leave Yiayia’s house?”
“Yes! I already told you everything is packed up.”
It has been a long day. Awake at 6:00 am to get boys ready for their trip to Detroit for their basketball tournament, get Tessie ready for school, at work for a second day of Parent-Teacher Conferences, then off to my mom’s to do some paperwork, and out the door at 10:00 pm for the 45-minute drive. I walk in the door and ask Tessie, “Are you making the frosting now or do you want me to wake you up before Greek School?”
“No, I will do it now. I am not that tired.”
“Well, I am going to bed so I don’t fall asleep on the couch.”
At 11:15 pm I hear, “Um, great! I don’t have any butter for my frosting.” Then the foot steps up the stairs and into my room. “Um, great! I don’t have any butter for my frosting.” Then the look of Please don’t explode. Please don’t lecture me. Please offer to drive me to get butter.
Corner gas station. NO BUTTER! 24-Hour Walgreens. NO BUTTER! Jewel. BUTTER! And Coke and French onion dip and Ruffles.
“Yup.” It was all I could say to keep from exploding and from going into an hour long lecture of how tired I am and this is why I hate baking and why it is so important to be prepared and . . . . .