For the love of Pumpkin Pie

Having a baby makes life's most basic tasks so very complicated. Everything takes 40 minutes longer than it used to. Daily accomplishments mean checking off one "to do" and not the whole list. It means loving your dirty hair and day old make-up because today left no other option. Everyday I discover one more thing thats not so easy to do anymore, one more wish for drive thru everything. But today was a new one: Pumpkin Pie

I've never liked pumpkin pie. I've always wanted to. You know, because its fall and thats what people eat for dessert. But 2 days ago I sampled heaven in the form of pumpkin pie at the Metropolitan Market. Like any good mom would, I gave the best bite to Breck who was balanced on one hip while I attempted to eat the measly left over with my free hand. What left Breck whining for more, did me the same. 2 days and counting. 

Who dares to sample pumpkin heaven when the bakery is sold out anyway?

So 2 nights later, I still crave the pie. Tonight, I looked into Breck's tired eyes and seriously contemplated for that moment packing him up against all signs that was a good idea and dodging rain drops in the dark, in hopes that perhaps tonight, there would be a slice left for me in the bakery. Nope, I couldn't do it. I couldn't bear the thought of dragging Breck out the door, from which we just came in. To delay my child's bedtime for my new found love pumpkin pie.

For the love of my child, I will forego pumpkin pie.... tonight. Tomorrow's another story.