Saturday, March 30, 2013
"There isn't even cereal in this pantry" accused Mr H the other day.
That is what he said, but what he was implying was that my mothering skills were so lacking that I was not even capable of providing my offspring with breakfast. With all that time off I have the least I could do would be to ensure no one starved on the weekends.
Well that is what I heard.
There was of course FOUR boxes of cereal in the pantry and what he should have said was "Can you please stop buying the cereal that is high in fibre and low in sugar, because I would really like to have diabetes at a young age, so please provide me with food items that are loaded with processed flours and covered in sugar.
Of course I responded in the most mature way I know how and spat rude comments at him under my breath, decided he was on Dance Mum duty and I headed off to the shops...for half the day.
Calm has been restored. And the pantry is restocked.