It’s 8:30 am, I am at work feeling fortunate that nobody has been pestering me. Granted I have only been here for a half an hour, but I still feel fortunate!
So my phone rings, it is now 8:46 am, it is my husband. Now mind you, he is already 46 minutes late for work. So stumped that he even called me this early, I asked what was up.
“What happened to all the cereal you bought?” he asks
“What are you talking about?” I asked back.
“You bought 3 boxes of cereal and all there is left is enough for one bowl!” he replied
OH MY GOD, are you kidding me I think to my self.
“Well, Zach has cereal every morning and I have had cereal a few times this week. Plus, he eats a bowl of cereal everyday after school. What’s the big deal?” I said with a touch of irritation in my voice.
His response “Well, I only had one bowl out of all that cereal and I just don’t understand where all the cereal went to. I guess I had better leave what is left for him.” (Him would be my son)”
“No, eat the cereal.” I told him “I can always buy some more and it really is not that big of a deal.”
Conversation over……for now. (My husband can’t just drop things and move on. More will be coming, trust me.)
Now I often wonder how much of childish petty crap one women can take. I mean really, you are 32 years old, not 13, like my son. Quite honestly, nobody complains when you take ½ the bag of potato chips to work with you.
NO MORE CEREAL FOR YOU ZACHARY!!
So my phone rings, it is now 8:46 am, it is my husband. Now mind you, he is already 46 minutes late for work. So stumped that he even called me this early, I asked what was up.
“What happened to all the cereal you bought?” he asks
“What are you talking about?” I asked back.
“You bought 3 boxes of cereal and all there is left is enough for one bowl!” he replied
OH MY GOD, are you kidding me I think to my self.
“Well, Zach has cereal every morning and I have had cereal a few times this week. Plus, he eats a bowl of cereal everyday after school. What’s the big deal?” I said with a touch of irritation in my voice.
His response “Well, I only had one bowl out of all that cereal and I just don’t understand where all the cereal went to. I guess I had better leave what is left for him.” (Him would be my son)”
“No, eat the cereal.” I told him “I can always buy some more and it really is not that big of a deal.”
Conversation over……for now. (My husband can’t just drop things and move on. More will be coming, trust me.)
Now I often wonder how much of childish petty crap one women can take. I mean really, you are 32 years old, not 13, like my son. Quite honestly, nobody complains when you take ½ the bag of potato chips to work with you.
NO MORE CEREAL FOR YOU ZACHARY!!
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