Monday was a harried day for me. The kids were back in school after a week-long snow break, and my list of Christmas-season to-dos had grown exponentially as I'd enjoyed my time playing countless games of Hiss and sledding every afternoon. So, Monday morning, I hit the ground running and didn't stop. I was running around this house like a crazy woman. (The pics in this post are of my "guest room" which is really where all my unfinished projects live until guests arrive and the chaos goes to hide behind the closet door. It's always the most disorderly room in the house, but this week, it's just been taken to whole new level!)

So, there was so much to do that I skipped lunch. Who has time to sit and eat a meal when there's so much laundry, cleaning, wrapping, egg gathering, online shopping, soap packaging, party planning still to do?

Eventually, though, I got hungry. I tore by the refrigerator and grabbed a string cheese. I figured I could eat it as I continued to work. "Man, this was the last string cheese and was tucked way back in the deli drawer! Better add it to my shopping list." About 3/4 of the way through, I noticed an off taste and FOR THE FIRST TIME looked at the string cheese that was almost gone. Green spots. Yep, I was eating moldy cheese.

As Girl 1 said when I relayed the story to her: "Blech!" (complete with motions and horrible sound effects)

Let this be a lesson unto you: do not let your holiday season become so harried that you do not stop to look at your cheese!