And I did get more - a lot more - but somehow I didn't make it home with them. I was chatting with the cashier and didn't check the bag carousel to be sure I got everything.
It must have been because I was sick and PMSing, but it hit me hard. I felt like a failure. David needed bananas and I forgot them!!! What kind of a homemaker was I???!!! A big, fat failure - that's what kind. I sat on the couch and cried.
So this morning I'm laughing at myself for getting so upset over feeling like a failure over missing bananas. The laundry's done; there's food in the pantry; dinner's made; the house is clean. Missing bananas just isn't a big deal!
Do you ever overreact over smal things?