Pungently Perfumed Macaroni & Cheese

Our sophomore son couldn't wait to dig into the macaroni & cheese at supper tonight accompanying the King Ranch chicken casserole---even though he had downed a foot-long BMT subway sandwich right before swim practice tonight. He lives hungry. You should have seen the look on his face after one bite of the mac & cheese. "What's wrong?" I protectively asked. You see, the other night he mentioned that my couscous dish tasted like it had cleaning agent on it. Now, the child usually doesn't complain about food at all. The husband never complains about any food. But, tonight would be different. Bob quickly tasted the macaroni & cheese dish and gagged but very humbly kept on trying to eat it with a scrunched up look. "Oh dear, what have I done wrong. How do you mess up Velveeta Macaroni & Cheese out of the box? I followed the directions to the "t." " I could feel my culinary insecurities rising inside. They began smelling the concoction and asking me all kinds of questions of what I did. The sophomore son solved the situation at hand. It was Blair's fault---his sister and recent college graduate who came home from college with the food left over in her kitchen pantry. Of course, the valued Velveeta box had never been opened...but sleuth Britt figured out that some perfume must have spilled into the box permeating the sealed uncooked macaroni. You see, Blair just loves perfume...and I do remember the box of unused perfumes and bath products coming in the door with the box for the kitchen. It was a kind gesture from the college grad to donate to our kitchen but perfumed macaroni will permeate our brains forever...and we may never be able to eat macaroni & cheese again... and, I think we'll be smelling a few more dinners before we eat them. And my God helped me to laugh at myself rather than take the self-obsessed path with how I performed. I'm beating myself up less these days and that's good. I've been asking myself this week---am I self-obsessed or God-obsessed? Am I more concerned with allowing my family to touch my soul and touch theirs or is this about looking good, feeling good about myself. Oh well, one might say it was only macaroni and cheese...but too much of what I think is tied to how I perform or connect with others or what I look like. God, please deliver me from my self-obsessed soul. We tried to decipher which perfume it was...but couldn't unpack the fragrance. Sure enough, the box in the trash can smelled like HUGO... how will I look and live today... self-obsessed or God-obsessed?