the donut saga

Since our last trip to the library, I have been reading Who Needs Donuts? almost obsessively.

Every morning on our way to school, we pass by a family owned donut shop. On sunny mornings, they have a dancing donut outside. The donut shop is painted a cheerful blue and features a mural of a police car. (classic)

I had decided that I must try donuts. It took a great deal of coordinating but I woke up extra early yesterday and sped through my morning routine so we could visit the donut shop en route to school. (Yes, shhhhhhhhh, I know I committed a cardinal Montessori sin and ate sugar before school.)

No one can recall for certain but it seems I had never ever tried donuts. My mom had been to this donut shop before and had probably since spent a bit too much time talking/thinking about it. I was taken in by all of the colors. My initial choice was a donut with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. good choice. At the last second, I changed my mind and ordered a mint chocolate chip donut. Although my mom knew that I wouldn't like the minty frosting, she did not intervene. The only time she alters my order is when I try to make a request for a latte. It was no surprise that I did not like the minty donut. We left the donut shop and, thankfully, I had my snack bag full of the usual healthy offerings and my cup of soymilk to fill my tummy.

We will have to try this again one day. Next time, the pink donut it is!

salvation

Trinity departed early Monday morning after spending a week with me. She came here to take care of me while I had a break from school and while my parents work too much. I scarcely remember my mom. Luckily, we've somehow almost made it through the legislative session and then my mom will return to enjoying her housewife life and never ever will we do something like this again. It's almost impossible for me to go to school full time and take care of my dad; he's a lot of work and it can be challenging to get him to remember the procedures.

When Trinity was here, we had countless tasks on our list of things to do - including visiting the barber and, as you can see, I am still in desperate need of a haircut. But we ate a lot. And caught up on our sleep. I slept until 9:20 one morning and Trinity even had to wake me up! I am now just as addicted to tacos as she is and let's not even talk about cakepops and cocoa. My grandmother sent me a gift card so I could buy my own snacks.

As an added bonus, we had a cold front while Trinity was here. The very day she left, we suffered through a mid 90s day. In the morning when I first step outside, I always comment on the weather. These days, I say "it's not too bad today." I won't be able to say that much longer.