I stalked out of the house this afternoon and promptly ran into a neighbor. Sometimes it's good to run into people when you're mad, because you realize you need to tone down your anger in order to appear... well, reasonable. Which isn't how you're feeling.
It was a stu[id thing: I went to make burritos for dinner and there was no cheese. I bought a full pound of sharp cheddar yesterday afternoon, and it was gone. Eaten. Which meant that my plan for tonight was shot, and so was my grocery budget. Again.
In defense of the person who finished the cheese, I had not said it was needed for dinner. My mistake. If you have a meal policy which requires your offspring to forage between breakfast and dinner, you can pretty much guarantee that your ingredients will disappear. I should know that by now.
I guess I need a different strategy. Or a bigger grocery budget. Or a published list of ingredients I'll be using over the next few days. Or...?