Nov 1, 2010

The Great Grilled Cheese Smackdown.

I've been moody lately.  Something was bugging me.  I couldn't quite figure it out, but there was just that nagging feeling of impending doom around me.  It's been hanging around all weekend.

Well - today it finally started to show up.

First - let's go over my Halloween night.

  • Hubby buys way too many chocolates.  I am in charge of sitting by the door passing them out.  I don't mind this at all, and I snuck a few M&M peanuts in while I waited.
  • We had a whopping 20 kids.  If that.  What a let down.  I now have way too many chocolates sitting in my house screaming my name and begging me to eat them.  I want to lose some weight.  Boo on you, chocolate.
  • Sir Pukes-A-Lot is still sick and hacking up a storm.
  • I gave him some cough syrup before bed which he proceeded to puke back up.  I was not surprised.

At 2:32 in the morning the following happens:
*cough, cough, cough* ... *hack* .... *cough, cough, cough*
     Me: (tapping hubby on the shoulder) will you go give him some medicine?
     Hubby: No! You do it!
     Me: (now royally ticked) -- Isaac! Get up and take some medicine.

*me, acting like a baby and stomping about - then coming back to bed and flopping around in anger. Hubby has zero reaction, he's out cold*

At 9 in the morning - hubby remembers nothing...but I do.

Fast forward to this afternoon.  I'm making my famous lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches (cut into dino shapes) and tomato soup.  Yum.  Hubby asks for one.

     Me: Great - I cut this one wrong. (I'd forgotten to use my sandwich shape cutter)
     Hubby: It's burnt.
     Me: *gasp* it is not!!
     Hubby:  Yes, it's burnt.  Can you make me another one?
     Me:  Why yes...I'll get right on that, Love of my life.


what?  You don't believe that??  Okay, okay...here's the truth:

     Hubby:  Yes, it is so burnt.  Can you make me anther one?
     Me: *sporadic waving of spatula throughout*  No!  Are you nuts?  Do you think I can just make sandwiches to everyone's pleasure around here?  Do you know how long I'd be in the kitchen for?  Listen, in this house you get what you get and if you don't like it you eat it any way!
     Hubby:  *????*
     Me:  You heard me!  You're gonna eat your sandwich and like it!
     Hubby: *puts his plate on the counter and walks out*
     Me: Hey -- where are you going??  Big Baby!

Yeah.  Real mature, huh?

Now I have to eat crow pie, call him up, tell him I'm sorry for over reacting.  I hate that.

For the record - the sandwich was well toasted, not burned.



8 comments:

AndiDurall said...

Bwahaha. No worries. We've all done it. Or at least, I have. I have been known to completely freak out if my husband doesn't eat at least two helpings of something....yeah...I'm that awesome. I so love your blog. ;)

Chantilly said...

Hahaha love it ... Nothing worse than overreacting.
About the chocolate bars...turn them into some baking.

Meaghan said...

Maybe our husbands should start a support group for each other...?

FlyBabySHE said...

Why is it that men can get as upset as they want with us over absolutely nothing, but if we get even the teensiest bit upset over them acting like spoiled drama queens, we're "over reacting"?? Just another one of the men/women double standards?

C said...

Asalaamu Alaikum

For his cold you should try black seed oil. I swear by it for my kids' colds. The very first day I see any signs of a cold its out with the black seed oil (available at most halal meat stores). 1/2 tsp for kids twice a day and 1 tsp twice a day for adults. You can mix it into juice if they hate the taste.

As for the candies why not save them for Eid?(Nov 17) I always buy the half price hallowe'een candy and before the Christmas candy (when Eid used to come afterwards) and then save it for Eid.

Hethr said...

Oh C! What a great idea! I do the same thing with Halloween costumes -- love to buy them after Halloween for my dress up bin.

Black seed oil -- I bet my MIL has some -- I wonder if he'll take it.

Erin said...

The waving spatula gave me a chuckle....only because I've waved a kitchen utensil or 2 in my time.
My hubby could join if there were a support group. Some days the poor guy doesn't know if he's coming or going.

tlcombest said...

Oh, the good ol' utensil wave. Nice one. Every husband would be in that support group. Men - you would think they would learn by now.

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