Hiiiii, how is quarantine going for everyone? Mine would be a little peachier if my child would quit being pickier about his food than a vegan at an Applebee’s.
So, I am a breakfast maker. I make my kids pancakes, waffles, cheesy eggs, oatmeal, breakfast burritos, cheesy egg muffins, etc. I know. I’m also eye-rolling at myself. I like making it, because when my kids eat what I make, I know that they are starting their day right. Plus, they’re less likely to be super cranky by 10am. I do it half out of love and half with an ulterior motive. Which is to not get whined at before noon.
Michael has not eaten anything I’ve made him that isn’t pasta or pizza this entire quarantine. He's one Skittle away from giving himself scurvy. It’s been wearing on my already stressed out soul. Today was not so great in how I handled him rejecting his breakfast.
This morning, Michael refused his breakfast for like the 7362736th time in a row. He said that I did something weird to it and he didn't want it. They were pancakes. They tasted exactly the same as when he used to eat them in a three stack. He just wanted an excuse to get me to make him pizza. I went totally nuts on him and told (yelled at) him that I wasn’t wasting cooking on him anymore, and he could just eat cereal all day today, he was acting so ungrateful, he can make his own breakfast next time, blah blah blah.
Colin called up from the basement: Rachel!
Me: WHAT!!
He: Um, I’m on a Zoom conference call and they can hear everything!
Me: Great! Do they wanna take him??
They can’t fire him because I’m crazy, right? If anything they should feel sorry for him and give him a raise…
Not my proudest morning. It might be PMS.
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