A car seat is to Ruby what a strait jacket is to Dot.
(More so if Krispy Kremes are involved.)
Because of that, I have come to accept I can never “dash out to grab lunch” anymore. Getting Ruby in her car seat adds hours to any errand, which puts a crimp in the “dashing” part.
Today, after much grief and yelling  on Ruby’s part  we finally left the house. I was tired and hungry and felt a little like yelling myself.
I wandered absent-mindedly into a new cafe.
Nothing looked good, but after all the trouble and attention (two women opened the doors for me, customers gave me their place in the queue, the owner of the cafe yelled, “Yes, what does the woman with the baby want?”), I felt compelled to order something. Anything.
So I bought me a $4 egg salad half-sandwich.
It tasted…expensive.
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