This morning, I was in the kitchen on a conference call when my daughter Betsy bounded downstairs and announced that she was hungry. What was for breakfast, mom? Can we have pancakes?
As the first single mom of young kids elected to Congress, a key skill is knowing how to mute the audio and video so I can deal with my three kids’ requests and interruptions. These days, that’s part of my job description.
So I helped Betsy get cereal, pouring the milk and taking note that we had a spare gallon. As she beamed at me and crunched her way through the bowl, it hit me. Betsy had said she was hungry. I had to go look in the fridge.
But we are fortunate enough to have food at every meal. Betsy never really goes hungry (she just gets hungry). And I may not have milk in my fridge, but I have money in the bank for milk.