Two nights before Thanksgiving, Rick was expected to come home late, which I used as an excuse to skip cooking dinner. The kids don't care how long I slave in the kitchen, so why bother?
Around 5:30pm, I asked Jack ( age 3 11/12), "What do you want for dinner?" He responded with, "Hmm, wet me see. I'w be wight back."
A moment later, I could hear some scrounging around in the refrigerator. I thought I better check on him, and this is what I found on the counter:

"J-Man, whatchya doin'?"
"I'm getting dinner weady."
"Well, that looks delicious, but I was thinking of grabbing some burgers."
"OKAY!" [insert scampering of three boys' feet to see who could get shoes on first]
"Don't worry, Jack. I'll just put this food back in the fridge by myself. No, really, I got it. No problem."
I feel certain that the energy I put forth on cleaning up that mess negated the burger, fries and cherry limeade I devoured that night. I also feel certain that Sonic meal had nothing to do with the 4 extra pounds on my scale this week.
Hope you're having a good week and remaining sane with the holiday rush. I hope to be back in another day or so.
I hear ya! I'm having a tough time mustering up the energy to cook at ALL! Too much else going on - and tonight is the last night of leftovers in the fridge . . . so I guess tomorrow is the day I have to suck it up and cook.
ReplyDeleteCan you send Jack over please?