It took a couple days before I could blog about this because it affected me so, but I’ma try to get through it. Pray my strength y’all.
Here we go.
Tim had to work on Valentine’s Day, so we didn’t really get to do any “us” stuff, which was okay. So, on Sunday we were able to chunk the deuces to the kids and head out to dinner. Because we had no real plans and couldn’t find the place we thought we might be looking for, we ended up at Ruth’s Chris steak house. Neither one of us had ever been there, so it was all special and stuff. Yes, it was.
After a lovely evening of dining, we left Ruth’s Chris with TWO leftover steaks, some finger lickin’ good potatoes, and some dessert. Got home, put them in the fridge, all good.
Meanwhile *cue wavy flashback music*, I had agreed to start doing Adkins on Monday with a friend of mine. So, Ruth’s Chris was kinda like my last stand. You ladies know how that is. What was I thinking on Sunday? Even on Adkins, I can eat steak on Monday. BOOYAH!!!!
So, on Monday morning, I wake up and check on my steak and think I might eat it at lunch. But, I decide that I’ll wait until I get home because I was going to the gym and I knew everything else I would eat that day would suck because of this Adkins commitment that would have me going through no carb hell. So, at the end of the day it would just be me and my steak on the couch enjoying the beauty of life. Good times, man, good times.
Since Monday was President’s Day, everybody else in the family had a day off and they were home all day. I decided I’d call to see how much fun they were having without me. Tim and I were chatting it up when he says “I told Aidan there was a steak in the fridge but it was yours. He ate it.”
Stop.the.mother.effing.presses. It got real serious real fast.
Wait. Why would you let him eat my food? Like, who DOES THAT? I could feel myself getting mad beyond the point of reason, so I just got off the phone. Pissed and HIGHLY angered. AND I was hungry because I was stuck eating a stupid Subway salad for lunch on the count of this Adkins thing. I’m hungry, I’m livid. And I’d planned to go to the gym, so now what was I going to eat before I work out? I left work still furious. Not an understatement. Furious.
I had to go to Chick Fil A on the way home because at that point I was starving, which was making me more upset. I already told you, beyond the point of reason. But I was determined to keep it together and not let my mouth get me in trouble. So, I talked myself down. *It’s not that serious…They didn’t mean any harm….* That’s all I could think of, because the devil on my shoulder was saying *They KNOW I can’t stand when people eat stuff out of the fridge that isn’t theirs…..we’ve had several talks about this…I’m constantly getting disrespected in my kitchen.*
So, I go home and I’m reasonably certain that I’ll be okay. Plus, Tim cooked a wonderful dinner. Okay, I’m good. But you know what? We’ll do Adkins tomorrow cause I’m eating those potatoes. That’s all I have left. My potatoes au gratin. Yay!
Once I decided to eat the potatotes, I was really in an okay mood and ready to forgive.
Then.
I opened the fridge to get my potatoes and warm them up for a delicious dinner.
They ate my potatoes, too.
I really don’t remember what happened after that. Nor am I responsible for it.
I feel the same way about food. Luckily, I’m the only one in the house that eats beef and pork so if I want it maintained I’ll throw bacon in there. Now that won’t deter my youngest stepson but he’s allergic to shellfish, so I’ll get shrimp when he’s around.
I would be emotional about this too LOL
And now for a musical selection…..
Story of my mother-flippin’-life! The ONLIEST remedy I had to prevent me from doing bodily harm to my own children was to get a mini fridge and put it in my room. I suggest you do the same because it doesn’t get any better. Trust!
I have a mini fridge in my bedroom too. That’s we keep expensive snacks.
From now on don’t leave anything in the fridge that you KNOW you’ll want later. So if you can’t take it wth you then freeze it. You can always thaw it out later. No body will ever go in the freezer looking for something quick to eat.
I can’t respond for laughing! Psonya, I can relate to this story. I really can. The worst feeling to experience is to have your taste buds ready for something specific only to find out it is no longer there. Nothing else will satisfy that craving.
Like Lisa, the only solution that has saved me from having to retain you as a defense lawyer is a mini fridge. Mine is in my room, right next to my bed, WITH.A.LOCK.
I hate it has to be that way, but….it’s one of those battles I was not going to win because no EVER knew who did it.
Funny story:
On odd years, my DH and I also celebrate our anniversary in NOLA. (Except this year…going to the Essence Festival for Mrs.Carter) We go to the same bed and breakfast, and depending on when we book, we may have to share a sitting area and kitchenette.
One year, we went to the Praline Connection and had our eyes were way bigger than our tummies and much food was brought back. I only ask that my smoked turkey leg be left alone.
One Turkey Leg. Out of black eyed peas, red beans and rice, fried chicken. One Turkey Leg.
Didn’t happen.
Did I mention I was pregnant?
My husband blamed the couple in the next room, and furious though I was, what could I do? They’d already checked out and didn’t speak English anyway. At the time, I thought it was sooo sweet that he wanted to hunt the couple down and tongue thrash them on my behalf
So.
Many years later, as couples are wont to do, my hubby was regaling some guests with this tale, and said…..”Man if she knew I ate that Turkey Leg, she’d kill me!”
And let me tell you….I dang well tried.
NO!! Everybody in the house has to go MAKE you a cow, raise it, kill it and give you the beef exclusively!!!!! THIS SHANT STAND!!!
The mini fridge. USE IT! I am the SAME way about my food. I have been known to black out when I’ve opened the fridge only to find that my food wasn’t there!