We’ve all been sick. Not anything crazy, just the winter crud. But we’ve all been a bit cranky, stuffy, and lazy.
There was a little heat wave yesterday and so when I got home from work, I took the girls (Shea and Lily, the dog) out to play. Shea ended up sitting in wet, melting snow and Lily ended up knocking her over, hard, in pursuit of a tennis ball. Needless to say, our time in the sun was cut short by tears, snot, and wet clothes.
Mr. Prevention called a few minutes later, around 5pm, saying he was heading to his boss’ farewell get together for just a bit. Since he hasn’t even seen Shea this week due to his long hours, I was not only surprised to hear from him so early, but offered to make the Buffalo Chicken Lasagna (clocked in at 1 hour and 40 minutes of preparation time) he had requested for the Weekly Menu, thinking he would be home in an hour or so to help manage Shea during her witching hour while I cooked.
Wrong. Here was our text conversation.
5:41pm (husband): Going to do one more (beer) if that’s cool. Home in 30ish.
5:41pm (me): Whatever. Just cleaning up Lily’s (dog) puke.
5:51pm (husband): Yuck. On carpet or wood?
6:00pm (me): Carpet of course
6:15pm (husband): Ugg
6:23pm (husband): I’m still socializing. Do you need me home asap or 30 mins more is ok?
6:23pm (me): Whatever.
6:23pm (me): Dinner is ready at 7:15pm. I can just eat without you.
6:23pm (husband): I will be there by then
6:23pm (me): You ate all the Teddy Grahams?
7:02pm (husband): Yes. I scarfed them all on Sunday on Monday. Binge Teddy Graham moment.
That last text almost woke up Shea who I had JUST laid in her crib, as well. I was livid. But I was mostly mad at myself by that point for not just saying, “Yeah, I’d really appreciate you dealing with Shea while I make this labor intensive meal you requested.” Maybe I’d have tried to phrase it more kindly, but probably not. It’s one of my biggest flaws – waiting too long to ask for help and then BLOWING UP at Mark.
Oh, and the Teddy Grahams were going to be used as a little distraction for me to assemble the lasagna. But, no dice.
He walked in the door at 7:15pm on the dot with a, “Sorry I’m late.”
Baby was in bed asleep. The dog was fed and the puke from while we were away at work (gross) was cleaned up. The dishwasher was unloaded, reloaded, and running…again. The baby was fed and occupied by me (or on my hip) the entire 2 hours between his first call at 5pm and her bedtime at 7pm. And, a hot, delicious, homemade Buffalo Chicken Lasagna was being pulled out of the oven.
The meal was very good and I kept my cool. I’ll be forwarding him this post for his enjoyment.
Guess who will be on bath and bedtime duty tonight? Not this girl!