Chocolate Saves the Day

Here's a piece of info. about me that you may not know. I seem to work best under pressure. That's a fancy way of saying that I like to procrastinate. It's two days until the big moving day, and today was our first and only official packing day. It was exhausting.

I have packed a little here and there, out of necessity, but never full-fledged, "all I'm going to do today is pack" packing. We sent Cole to play with his friends Jack and Reese. We never could have gotten so much done if it hadn't been for that. I spent almost the entire day in the kitchen. Gilbert was wise to spend almost the entire day out of the kitchen. Having so much to do makes me completely grumpy.

The best part of the day was when I pulled a set of bowls off the top shelf that hadn't been touched in a while, and I found chocolate in them! One was a small package of Hershey's Kisses that said, "Happy Valentine's Day!" on the package. I don't remember these from this past Valentine's Day, although that's been eight months ago. What I'm getting at is that they've probably been there a year and eight months. The other was a box of three fancy chocolates--like the Whitman's kind. There was a sticker on the bottom that said, "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Kerrigan! From: Kaitlyn G." Kaitlyn G. was a student of mine more than two years ago.

Now I know what you're all wondering. "How was that the most exciting part of the day?" I'll tell you how. Because I sat down on the floor with my back against the cabinets that I should have been unloading and I ate those chocolates. They were a little hard and discolored, but they were, perhaps, the best chocolates I have ever eaten. I enjoyed them thoroughly.

Following my rendezvous with the chocolates, my day improved. I felt much better, and packing proceeded as it should have. I even allowed Gilbert to join me in the kitchen after that without danger of having his head bitten off.