Sunday, June 16, 2013
Yesterday, I planned to grill. I defrosted steak for him and the other carnivores, and chicken and veggies for me. At 7:00, he calls from the daycare to tell me he is bringing home pizza, and not that skinny diet thin crust, but a stuffed all meat monster. I said, sarcastically... way to support the healthy life. He said, you can eat spinach and hung up. If I was an alcoholic, it would be expected that we not bring alcohol into the house. Why is it so different for bad for you food? So, I untracked the grilling, and searched for a papa murphy's all meat stuffed pizza. One 1/16 of the pizza was 400 calories. I had one. who can eat just one tiny sliver of pizza. I went to bed, asking that he wrap up what remained and make it inaccessible. He then left the leftovers out, because really how can three people eat two large family size pizza and an order of cheesy bread? Guess what I ate in the middle of the night?
I know that he didn't force me to eat anything, and the responsibility is mine, but *&%^#*$&%#*&$%... he could at least try and act like he is supportive. I daydream about living alone, where I control what is in the house. and pick up my own laundry. and eat my cooking without complaint. If I didn't have kids, I swear, I would be single.
So today, I am batch cooking so dinner is ready in the evenings next week. I want to take an evening water areabics class. I told him about it, and that there were some parent type activites that he could help with. He doubts he will be home in time... has to stay at the daycare until the workers leave and the inspection is done. Not negotiable.
Today is not a happy married life. happy Father's day.