|Most of my meal; bad parent!|
I had ordered the shrimp toscano, which was a lovely parmesan-breaded shrimp with linguini and sun-dried tomatoes in scampi sauce. But not even halfway through, I felt too full to eat anymore. And too tired to even stay out longer. Michael was just as tired and anxious to go home as I. Geez louise, tell me we are not getting *that* old!
But home we went, deciding to get the shopping done Saturday morning instead, and everyone settled into their own private little nighttime cubbies. Mine, of course, is online carousing around in 4 or 5 different tabs at once, usually talking on one or two IM networks with 2 or sometimes 3 people. It’s just like playing leapfrog, really. Just one of the advantages of having ADD I guess. ;)
|Getting soggy as goofy|
me takes a picture!
And proceeded on to the drawer housing the Plastic Jungle to find a bowl; I didn’t want our ceramic Pfaltzgraff from the cabinet because spoons clink against them. So I’m feeling around in the dark and every bowl I pull out is the size of a Buick hubcap. Grrrr. So I settle on the next Buick hubcap I pull out, and feel for a spoon in the silverware drawer. By now Michael stirs from “watching” TV in the living room and asks what I’m doing. I tell him and visualize my way through the dark to the fridge for milk.
As I pull out a jug with about 6 oz. of milk in it, I tell Michael that’s all the milk we have, at midnight, as we’re both in our pajamas and ready for bed. Oy. He says to go ahead and use it. Well, there’s barely even enough for my cereal. But I forge ahead, pour the Lucky Charms into my Buick hubcap, and add the milk that my Charms are Lucky to have. And indulge in my 160 calories of cereal, enough to satisfy me and stave off hunger until breakfast the next day.
|No. More. Milk. Eek!|
I have served my time as a child and paid my dues. I have eaten my share of oatmeal (although honesty, that happens to be one of my favorite foods!) and eaten my quota of bread crusts. I don’t have to feel guilt about eating a snack at midnight. I am the PARENT, and I don’t need permission. Wow. How freeing is that? I think I’ll go celebrate with ice cream. Just let me feel my way through the dark kitchen for a spoon and a hubcap. ;)