The BIGGEST PET PEEVE that I have is when you bust your butt making dinner and your family doesn't feel like eating or they bring take out dinner. Last night, I knew everyone was going to be home late. One was working out with his football team mates for spring training, another one was running around getting last minute prom stuff done, and the husband was working late. So, I felt bad that everyone wouldn't be able to eat dinner until after 8pm.
I wanted to make a really good dinner. I make the entree and the side dishes and time it, so that when they got home, they would have a nice warm meal. Nothing needs to be heated up. I even made a homemade dessert. Which I usually only do on Sunday. I just want everyone to be happy.
And then I frantically clean the kitchen, set the table, put everything in the warmer and they come home...with takeout dinner. I feel like crying and I try very hard not to (they called me Ms. Sensitivity in high school, it wasn't a compliment). I told them that I would have dinner ready. I sent them a text. I left them a message on their cell phone. I also called them again to make sure they got the message. Yet, they still stroll in with takeout dinner. Their reason? They had to break a $20 bill.
I've lost my appetite (which is probably the only good thing that has happened) and I put away the dinner. Everyone felt bad and apologised. They tried to eat my dinner in addition to the takeout dinner that they greedily eat up. My husband tries to kiss my butt and tell me that dinner was the best dish he's ever eaten. (I personally think he was trying to avoid sleeping on the couch) I don't care at this point. I'm going on strike and as long as I live...I will NEVER COOK for my family again!
(I know I'll cook again, it just felt so dang good to write that!)
Food for Thought: What's your biggest pet peeve?
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