This afternoon I made it through our big, chaotic grocery store with both kids and a pretty long list of necessities.
I think we may survive after all.
(About an hour after we got home, I looked in the fridge for the gallon of skim milk I bought. It wasn’t there. Or in the car. I think I must have left it in the shopping cart in the parking lot. But still. If a gallon of milk is the only casualty, I think we’re doing pretty well.)