The Great Banana Panic
You guys.
We bought two bananas yesterday at a stop because kiddo has been asking for some, and we immediately peeled and ate one.
I got another banana request this evening after my drive shift was over, so I looked in all the usual spots; no banana. Aside from a brief glimpse of absentmindedly setting the second one down somewhere during one of those times where nothing happens for 6 hours and then a flurry of 27 things all come at you at once, I had no memory where I put the damn banana.
CRAP. All I could think about was how it had likely slid down the side of the bunk and would rot and turn black and attract bugs and stink up the cab for as long as the truck lives.
Or maybe kiddo squished it during one of his recent handstand/yoga/dance party/aerobics mashup he’s been doing lately in the bunk, and it’s been properly massaged into all the fibers of all the blankets and we won’t get a decent night of banana free sleep until we can get to a somewhere decent to do laundry, which could easily be a week. 😭
After dismantling the whole bunk, looking in all the cabinets and hidey-holes, opening the fridge, looking in the sock drawer, considering that it fell out sometime during the night (?), or that maybe the cat ate it, I looked in the sock drawer AGAIN...and there it was. It had just sunk to the bottom a bit.
Sooooo a hungry kiddo ate a banana, and his ma is going to have nightmares about ALL THE LAUNDRY. The end. 🤷♀️
** Note; I do keep bananas in our clean sock drawer. On purpose, even! It is soft and cushioney and the only place they don’t get bounced to death within the first few hours onboard.