While driving to take my oldest to cheer practice, we passed the field where they have 2 donkeys and goats that we frequently feed. My middle daughter Mack looks up as says, "Mom, I want to live with a donkey."
At that second a picture of my husband pops up in my minds eye, only the caption underneath read Jackass.
I sighed and said, "oh sweetie we already do!"
I know! Bad, bad, mommy and wife. But for real. Is it PMS week for our husbands or what?!?
So earlier when he was being a toddler is when I was irritated and wrote this OP...
We were discussing what was for dinner. I told him LAST night we have fish filets or chicken breasts. Both of which we grill and he doesn't like me to grill. Fine. Today same question,
ummm Unless Santa came early we still have chicken or fish. I'd be happy to grill it dear.
No, let's just get take out he says.
Ugh. Ok. What do you want?
I'll get back to you when I leave the base, i dont feel like thinking about it right now.
works for me dear.
Ff to much later while he is driving home after his run.
I call. So have you decided?
What you want for dinner? Which take out?
You're not cooking?
Ummm Can you hear the crickets too? AGHHHHHHH!
i take a deep breath and say, daaaaaarrrrlllling. You said you wanted take out and would get back to me on your way home. Remember you didn't want to think about it earlier?
he gets all pissy and makes some grunting noise followed by WHATEVER! I work all day and you can't decide dinner? I'll call you back later!
ugh. I did and you didn't want it. He never heard that because the toddler/donkey hung up on me!
he calls about 30 min ago and asks me if I have decided what I want.
Color me fully dumbfounded and highly irritated at this point. My head has officially spun the F off my shoulders and my floor is covered in pea soup!
All I could do was ask him what he smoked or snorted. Is it dark in there? I mean up your ass. Cause that must be where.your head is hiding out. agggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! MALE PMS!
SUBWAY IT IS FOLKS!