My plan has been so easy thwarted. Disappointing, but we will carry on. It all feel apart around noon yesterday.
Six kids sitting around the lunch table, Pops cooking up a big batch of pasta, and then the request. "Babe, can you run to the store and pick up a loaf of bread. I cannot eat this meal without bread." To which I replied, "Well honestly babe, if I continue buying loaves of bread that last us only one meal at $5.49 a piece, there is no hope for my budget reduction plan." But when a man wants bread on the rare occasion that he sits for lunch with his family, how could I deny his sweet request?
So yes, I did run out to the store to grab that oh-so fluffy gluten-free loaf, part discouraged that I made it less than a week before I gave in, but a little light on my toes that I was going to delight in the simple pleasures of perfectly crafted gluten-free bread with my meal.
On the bright side, my 6:30am departure for the Saturday morning Garage Sales was fruitful and fulfilling. I was back home by 8:30am with a few new threads perfectly suited for my wardrobe revolution. It's the little things that mean the most...