During my workshop hubby's first text promised a good day. One of his tasks was to buy treats for our little princess's Easter Basket and he brilliantly chose a Moxie girl doll for her. I gave him some praise and went back to learning.
His second text had me a little worried as he told me that the kids wanted corn dogs for dinner. Corn dogs? Dinner? Not gourmet at all. I told him that I preferred leftovers but I knew there was NO WAY he would make corn dogs for his debut dinner. Right? I mean, c'mon!! This is the man that would grill shrimps, cook lobsters, shell soy beans. I was choosing my attitude and remaining optimistic. I knew that hubby would knock my socks off. It was his opportunity to shine!!!
My workshop ended and I headed home. I was eager to see what hubby had in store for me. As luck would have it, it was an awful day in traffic and the usual trip home took longer than expected. When I pulled up to the house at near dinner time I was shocked to see that my mommy van was not parked, the house was locked up, and my kids and hubby were nowhere in sight. I called them up to see where they were and was a little surprised that they were at the market. "Oh well, a late dinner, that's okay," I thought. But that's when hubby explained that the kids were hungry and he was going to pick something up for them to eat. "No gourmet dinner?" I thought to myself? Maybe he's going to surprise me and get me my favorite poke bowl, or maybe Pho. Those would hit the spot! Hubby asked me what I wanted and I told him that I wasn't hungry (my mistake) and that I could eat leftovers (surely he wouldn't let that happen on his DAY TO SHINE AND GET BROWNIE POINTS AND TO PROVE WHAT A GREAT HUBBY HE IS!). I hung up the phone and decided to go for a run while I waited for my family to get home.
After four miles I was hungry. As I ran up to the house I heard the kids laughing and playing inside. I eagerly ran into the house to see my babies that I had missed all day. As I entered the dining room I saw the two of them seated on either side of the table eating happily. Dannika: Fried eggs and rice. Noah: Left over spaghetti. I was a little confused. Wasn't he going to get them some take out? Hubby came in from the kitchen and explained that the kids changed their mind and that Dannika was on her third egg and that he was cooking.
So, I did what every other RESPONSIBLE mom would do and made sure that the kids were being fed while hubby disappeared to the kitchen. He soon emerged with his work of art dish. A bowl of pasta with butter for Noah. What a labor of love. Buttered pasta is Noah's favorite thing to eat. He disappeared again and I continued to feed the kids.
Finally, hubby came out and set a bowl in front of me.
Tater tots. Tater tots. Tater tots.
Really? Tater tots?
I wasn't sure if hubby had noticed that for the last 4 months I had been working out diligently. Running 6 miles, double workouts, passing on desserts, and eating a ton of salads and vegetables. The thought of eating tater tots made me physically ill. I was in disbelief. He bought me tater tots? Really?
The 33 year old Aurene would have screamed, yelled, and caused a commotion. But the almost 39 year old Aurene really had no energy to do so and in fact thought it was hilariously funny. This above picture of tater tots would FOREVER prove that I, Aurene P. am and will always be the better parent, better spouse, the one that can hold it together, and take care of the family better....while the picture also proved that he, Michael Pila will need to forever kiss my ass, buy me dresses from Eden in Love and Fashionista's Market and ask, "How high?" when I tell him to jump.
And with that, I went to the refrigerator, pulled out an apple and sliced it up for my dinner.
Choosing my attitude van mommy signing out with stomach growling but not full of greasy potatoes. :)
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