Another week, another Sunday. Husband is out mowing, and the kids are playing the Wii. Even though it isn’t the holiday season, I’ve made a tray of crack candy, this delicious confection made from saltines and toffee and chocolate. I’ve also baked 6 dozen sugar cookies, more than a dozen of which have already been consumed.
And so it goes.
I slept hungry last night. I know better than to do that, and I didn’t mean to. Some filling cookies made by the Other Woman for gaming, and a glass of juice, and I figured I was fine. But we’ve changed our eating schedule, and it’s messed with my hypo-glycemia, and I didn’t eat enough yesterday. All this means, I woke up starving at 4 AM. So I wandered off to the kitchen for my usual middle-of-the-night snack, a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk.
And then it hit me. Two weeks worth of groceries were already mostly gone. It only took a week. Snack foods, meal foods, everyone in the house is eating more.
The kids are starving. All the time. Our daughter told my husband today that she had “Starved to death”, which gained her very little sympathy but made both of us chuckle. Our son had just passed 100 pounds and is built like a tank and is constantly hungry.
And the verse in Exodus, which I have read a dozen times or more, makes a lot more sense now:
13 So Moses stretched out his staff over Egypt, and the Lord made an east wind blow across the land all that day and all that night. By morning the wind had brought the locusts; 14 they invaded all Egypt and settled down in every area of the country in great numbers. Never before had there been such a plague of locusts, nor will there ever be again. 15 They covered all the ground until it was black. They devoured all that was left after the hail—everything growing in the fields and the fruit on the trees. Nothing green remained on tree or plant in all the land of Egypt.
So, this morning, I got into my car, and went searching for more locust supplies.
They are good little locusts…