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.
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.