12:13 pm: Maggie throws a fit in the kitchen, wanting a cold hotdog (again), while the boys fuss from their bouncers. I try not to give in.
12:18 pm: We lunch on leftover meatloaf and zucchini (Maggie having already eaten her cold hotdog. I'm not a bad mother. Really. I just can't handle 3 babies screaming in unison. 2 maybe, but 3?)
12:37 pm: Dan calls to invite me and the kids to go with him to Bajio for lunch. My favorite. Dang meatloaf. Dang cold hotdog. Dang timing.
6 comments:
Dang it is right! Tell him you'll take him up on it on Monday:)
man what classic timing. Seems to happen to me a lot that way. Blah.
Next time tell him you are feeding for two babies, and that means you get two lunches too! ;-)
awwww....I had something very similar happen to me the other day (minus the cold hotdog, the leftover meatloaf and 3 screaming babies - haha). Anyway - I decided it is the thought that counts. Better if he would have "thought" of it earlier though, eh?
I can remember as a young snot nosed punk sneeking cold hot dogs out of the fridge and then under my bed or in a closet snarfing them........
Yeah. Life. We had Bajio's Friday. I feel so guilty about it now -
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