I don’t think you understand
how much I wanted
to go out for food today.
Vanessa puked on me about a billion times this morning, and every sentence out of Carter’s mouth started with, “I want…”
I was about to pull my hair out, and the last thing I wanted to do was prepare a sensible lunch.
I wanted to throw those kids in the car and drive to McDonalds and get the largest smoothie there and just suck it down. Also, cheeseburgers would have been involved. Fries, an accomplice.
I even had the car.
But I heated up a can of chili, and that was my lunch. I filled up my water bottle, and that was my drink.
Now I’m having some popcorn for a snack.
If you came knocking at my door right now and asked me to go out to eat, I would be in your passenger seat so fast.
But I didn’t go.
Is it my birthday yet?!