Cookie Monsters

I can hear Husband in the kitchen. He's looking for cookies...some of which have been eaten. I'm sure he thinks it was Oldest, Middle, and Youngest who opened the bag and started eating. He's mostly right. I will admit to opening the bag first, but it has one of those nifty resealable flaps so you can't really tell it was opened until you peek inside and see some are gone. But only a couple were gone after I was there. I swear. When the kids went to get some cookies, Husband and I were not in the kitchen, and they were all careful not to ask how many they could have. They took the simple, "yes, you can have cookies" and ran with it.

Homemade cookies are what I really want, but I wat way too tired to make them today and Middle disappeared all afternoon and Oldest only believes in eating them, not making them. Youngest wants to learn but still needs a lot of help. I just didn't have it in me today.

Luckily for all of us, Husband went to the store for me today. He buys cookies. Now he's out there, looking to see how many are left. Good thing he had the foresight to buy 2 bags. And he knows to hide one (yes, I know where, but if you think I'm telling, you obviously do not know me well). If the kids ever realize he does this kind of thing, they'll probably start helping carry in groceries, at least when he does the shopping. Until then, I can be sure that there are cookies, even if Oldest, Middle, and Youngest don't know it.