Last night at midnight I was exhausted but still getting out the children’s clothes and packing their backpacks for the morning rush. In my stupor, I reached in the cupboard for a snack for Noah and found none of the favorites, so. . . I tossed an entire box of Girl Scout cookies in his bag and went to bed. A sane Mother would have put a few cookies in a ziploc. Not me. For some reason I thought he might want to share and sent the entire box of cookies. If I do enough stupid things, will I eventually get a night out with Doug?