Last night Marc was out ridding our world of yucky drug dealers. But the reason I mention this is that I was really craving Applebee's crispy orange chicken bowl and he was going to pick up curbside-to-go for dinner. Well, as fate would have it, Marc was not heading home until almost midnight. I had given up hope at about 8PM and fed the kids, Mac and cheese and fudge. Yes, I know a well balanced dinner. I had graham crackers in the hopes that Marc would still be able to pick something up for the two of us, but as it got later and later, I despaired.
Finally at 11:45Pm he calls and says they take phone orders till midnight!!WOOHOO. So even though he had just had a night of fun with scuzzy drug dealers, he still stopped and picked up our super yummy Applebee's dinners. Isn't he the absolute best husband EVER!! And no, I am not craving food because I am pregnant!! Marc had a vasectomy 2 1/2 years ago and he still feels pretty macho having done that.
Thomas never sleeps. As Marc and I ate on the couches in the family room last night at 12:45AM, Thomas wanders out of his room and comments on us eating delicous smelling food. We shuffled him back to bed and I was grazing on left overs in the kitchen this morning when he got up. He looks at me and says, " Are you still eating?" What does he think? That I am awake all night eating? I told him I actually took a break to sleep for a few hours, and then resumed my grazing. Sadly, he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Am I twisting him up that badly with my sarcastic sense of humor? Only time will tell. I guess if I discover he is trying to reach the Dr. Phil show, I will have my answer.
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
4 months ago