Little T left gym daycare early due to slamming his tiny little finger (it’s not even the size of a mini golf pencil) in the bathroom door. Being the stellar mom that I am, I rushed him to John’s office so he could take a look at the damage. He declared him fit for duty, but did suggest I take Little T right home and sliding some Tylenol into him to help with the pain. After we left John’s office, still being that stellar mom, I decided I needed a McGriddle, now.
I usually try to eat relatively healthy. Sort of. I love organic food and would kill to have a TJ's in Providence. I’m known to shop at WF. But, certainly a few exceptions exist. Like the entire can of vanilla frosting eaten on the way home from the grocery store with one of the plastic spoons kept in the glove compartment for just such occasions. And almost whole Domino’s medium thin crust pepperoni pizza (don’t knock it until you try it).
For some reason, being pregnant triggers a craving for fast food –and when I get that craving, I need it satisfied. Fattening Delicious Bucket Of Lard - case in point. I needed them during my first pregnancy. I needed one today. Oh, and hash browns, which are two for $1 so of course I am going to get two. Don’t tell John. He doesn’t approve of my McGriddle Mania.
Mcdonald’s is not usually the Mecca of Niceness. Quite the contrary, usually. The workers are usually the meanest of the mean. I don’t blame them, in a way. But today? Today, the lady at the drive thru was sweet as pie. Sweeter, really.
She called me beautiful. Me, with my pink gym shirt on and my red sports bra peeking out of the shoulders. Me, with my crazy ass hair sticking up every which way. Me, who had just ordered the most fattening McGriddle – the one with 560 calories Mickey D's Nutritional Content, along with two hash browns, and a medium ice tea (regular, not decaf, with cream and sugar). Me,with the broken baby in the back seat. She must have called me sweetheart and honey at least three times each. She told me to have a great day and to be careful out there and she waved at Little T. I didn’t deserve to be called beautiful.
But my $5 and change got me that and more.
A McGriddle, some hashbrowns and a whole lot of happiness.