Some of you are going to hate me. Some will understand. But there are only so many hours in a mommy’s day, so much money in her wallet, and sometimes I admit I cut corners to stretch them both. This is my latest bit of corner cutting:
“Did you get them?” My son rummaged around in the grocery bags he’d just carried from the car for me.
“Er, I forgot,” I said guiltily, glancing at the frig whiteboard where the word VITAMINS was written in giant letters on my To-Buy list.
He’d given me a two week warning, reminding me almost daily that he was nearly out. Yet each time I went shopping I’d forget to buy his vitamins.
Muscle building is as serious stuff to teen boys. And this particular man-child never does anything by half-measures. At the beginning of the summer he’d set up a gym in the media room with bits and pieces of old equipment found here and there. For months he’d been religiously lifting weights, doing chin-ups on a bar he’d hung in a doorway, jogging, and using one of those rubber band stretchy things to build muscles. He’d also taken his diet seriously and been supplementing with expensive but apparently very effective vitamins for men the pharmacist at our grocery store had recommended.
The results were impressive. Over the summer he’d gone from slim and wiry to slim and WOW.
“I promise I’ll get them next time,” I said.
“I only have a few left,” he warned.
“I promise,” I said again.
And I kept that promise. Almost.
He was at school when I got home from the grocery store a few days later. Proud of myself and anticipating being a hero-mom for remembering this time I carried the muscle builder vitamins over to the cabinet where he kept them. I took out the old container and opened it.
Two lonely blue tablets rested in the bottom. I decided to save myself some shelf space and add those two to the new bottle. But after fighting my way through the packaging to unseal the new stuff I was surprised to see the new vitamins weren’t blue like the old. They were…pink?
My stomach clinched. I tilted the newly opened bottle to stare in horror at the label. Women’s Supplement. Right brand, wrong gender.
I looked at the blue vitamins. I looked at the pink. I stared at the remnants of the Fort Knox packaging I’d torn away from the EXPENSIVE new bottle rendering it unreturnable.
Again I looked at the blue bottle and at the pink. I compared the ingredients on the labels.
And then (bad mommy!) I dumped the two blue vitamins out on the counter, poured the pretty pink ones into the manly blue bottle and hid the two blue pills and pink bottle at the bottom of the kitchen trash can.
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