Full Disclosure

So...donuts.

It was never supposed to end with a bagful. Actually, it was never supposed to end with even one. But there you have it. Donuts. Five of them, to be exact.

Let me back up a bit.

A few days ago, I had an hour to myself during the middle of the day. And what do you think I did? Come on fellow moms - this is a no-brainer.

I went to the grocery store, of course.

So, there I was, cruising down 14th toward Trader Joe's - a route I could drive in my sleep, or at least half asleep with one eye open, which may or may not have happened back in the up-all-night-with-a-newborn days. Anyway, there I was, doing something I've done a million times, when BAM!

Top Pot Donuts. The store has been on the same corner for a couple of years, and every other time I've zoomed on past without so much as a second glance.

But that day, foot-loose and fancy-free (and slightly bitter to be grocery shopping), I noticed it for the first time. Really noticed it.

As in - nearly ran a stop sign, parked like a maniac, speed walked past Trader Joe's, squatted down in front of the display case so I could get a better look - noticed it. Yep.

I picked one for myself, a charming little confection with pink frosting and sprinkles (always my top choice).

And then, because I couldn't just buy one, and I felt a smidge guilty for chowing down while my entire family was at home waiting for me, I picked out four more.

Now, I have always loved donuts. Always. They remind me of my dad and my Grandma and my college town and my childhood church. They're gooey and sweet, colorful and blissfully aromatic.

And - let me make this perfectly clear - I never experience any guilt while consuming donuts. Not ever.

Guilt has nothing to do with this little story. And really, it's not even a story. More of a Strange Outing Confession, I guess you could say. My inner child clamoring to break free. A momentary lapse of willpower (of which, I have practically none).

In any case, it felt kinda good to give in to such an odd craving, at such an odd time. (And no, I'm not pregnant, Mom.)

But now it's time for full disclosure: the donut was mediocre, at best. A real grrrrr moment.

Next time, I'll have to "spontaneously" drive a couple more miles and find myself at Mighty-O Donuts. In which case, I'd still buy five but not a single one would make it home.


* And for the record, I did go grocery shopping afterwards, the seat portion of my shopping cart filled with donuts. Which isn't a bad way to roll.