Not much to write about today. It's Monday, need I say more? Our alarm didn't go off this morning, so once again, it's "see how fast we can rush out the door!" After taking Gracie to preschool, Jacob and I went to work, which was almost uneventful. I made tostadas for dinner, which the kids and I thought were pretty delicious, but of course, my "other half" came home and found something to dislike...pet peeve...I'm sure you'll hear more about that later. Okay, maybe now....
So, I come home from a full day at work, unloaded kids and all the crap that goes along with that (usually three trips from the truck to the house), checked the mail, sorted out the bills, and started dinner. Now, making dinner is not my most favorite part of the day - I hate cooking. I have a crabby Jacob whining at my feet while I'm at the stove, Gracie yelling at me from the other room to do something for her, and ten things needing to get done at the same time. What point am I trying to make here?.....Making dinner is not an easy OR fun task. So, when the husband comes home and finds something to complain about, AND refuses to eat it, it's like a serious party foul! At least PRETEND you're grateful and eat the dumb dinner with a smile on your face! Oh, and don't forget to thank me for it, darn it.
Yes....I do feel better now, just had to get that off my chest. I'd be more irritated at him, but he shaves his head for me. That, and because he made killer hamburgers last night.
So much for Monday. It's crazy how fast the days seem to go by. I'm grateful for every one of them, dinner and all!
