Well, as promised I did some shopping today...
but didn't buy any presents. It's hard to shop for the kid when the kid is with you.

I had a plan. I was going to get up early and sneak out of the house before anyone woke up. It was going to be great. I would get some coffee at Burger King and head for the mall, do some shopping and pick up some groceries. I would have it all done and be back home by 2pm.

So much for plans. You know the saying: "the best laid plans..."

I got up early enough. I got dressed and was about to head out the door when the husband came downstairs.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled.

"The kitchen is that way," I jerked my thumb toward the kitchen door.

"You know I don't cook. Even you said I burn water."

This was true enough. Frozen pizza is enough to give the man a migraine. I don't think he even knows where the pans are.

"I suppose you want me to fix you something before I leave, and I suppose leftovers from dinner won't cut it for breakfast."

"Uh, you didn't cook last night remember?"

Dammit! He was right. I didn't cook the night before. But in my defense, it was HIS fault. I was all set to throw some steaks on the indoor grill, but since he wasn't home when I got there, and I know how much he hates warmed up steak, I held off. By the time he strolled in the house at 10pm, dinner plans had changed from a steak dinner to a bowl of Cocca Krispies and a Granny Smith apple.

"Well have what I had last night," I replied.

"You had cereal!"

"Well it would have been steak if you would have bothered to come home at a decent hour."

"Well, how was I suppose to know what you were planning?"

"Ever heard of a telephone?"

"I was busy!"

"That's your problem! If you can't call and tell me when you are comng home, then you can figure out something for dinner on your own."

"Man, you're a witch!"

"And you're a moron!"

"Nag!"

"Idiot!"

Can't you just feel the love? You can cut it like a knife.

Anyway, in the middle of the fight, Taylor stumbled into the living room.

"Morning," she mumbled and flopped herself onto the couch.

"Morning," we both replied still glaring at each other.

"Are you going to cook breakfast?"

"Are you going to admit its your own fault you didn't get dinner last night?"

"Nope."

"Starve!" I headed for the door.

"Mom, where are you going?"

Dammit! I was so close!

"I've gotta run some errands, do some shopping stuff like that."

"Can I go with you?" Oh wait, I made that sound like a question. It wasn't. "I'm going with you," was what she actually said.

I could have said no. I could have laid down the law and announced that I was her mother and I decided when and if she went with me when I left the house. But my mental faculties were a bit dulled from the previous argument with the bigger kid and I didn't have another fight (which would have been peppered with "but mommy"'s and "I only want to spend some time with you!"s) in me. So I relented.

"Hurry up and get dressed. I'm late already."

"Don't suppose you can wait for me to get something to eat first."

*sigh* It was official. There was no way I could win this one. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my husband smirking. He knew that if I fixed breakfast for Taylor, then he would get food by default. But he forgot one thing: Taylor can cook.

"Sure. Go ahead and fix yourself something. I'll wait for you."

Lou's smirk quickly turned into a frown, and I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him.

"That was dirty," he replied.

"Don't mess with the master."
- posted by Kim @ 1:12 AM