I knew better in the grocery store. I knew I should have gone with bananas or something. Or apples. You can't go wrong with apples. You can eat them one handed AND you can cut them up to take to the playground as a snack. Oh JESUS I am out of apples and I am about to take my kids to the playground. I have a mutiny on my hands. I guess I could pack up this grapefruit, but OH WAIT THAT WILL NEVER WORK.
|I will never, ever eat this.|
You know what? I'm just going to throw this thing away. It's taunting me, and making me feel undue pressure. I will try again in another year. When I am not breastfeeding, I will have the capacity to peel and eat citrus without having to enlist childcare services. It's probably all shriveled up inside anyways.
Actually, now that I think of it, I could probably send it to work with Sean. I bet at his office people have free usage of both of their hands, and can peel grapefruits as they please. Those bastards. They probably just sit around eating tropical tree fruits like anything. I bet they are scarfing down kumquats between their conference calls over there. Curse them. Curse them all. They do not deserve this grapefruit.
Nope, there is only one course of action. I will keep my grapefruit--my sweet bauble of ambrosia--on my counter. There I will dream. There it will rot. I will keep it there until it becomes green with mold. One day, both my children will be sleeping at the same time and I will go to eat it. Then, I will discover the mold and throw it out. Eventually, I'll eat one of the sensible apples I just bought at the store.
|This is my life now.|