Steve got home from church today and noticed the sink was full of half cooked noodles meant for mac n' cheese. He asked what happened and my only explanation was the devil got to me, or maybe it was low blood sugar, but probably the devil.
I get home from church around 11, Steve gets home around 1. Out of my week those two hours are the without a doubt the hardest. I can't explain it. Any other day of the week we can be out running errands, get home around lunch, I can make lunch and the boys will be great. Maybe the devil gets into all of us cause Sunday's are crazy. Today I decided to make sloppy joes and mac n'cheese. Cooper was already whining about wanting something else and then he found out it was spiral mac n'cheese. Oh boy! More whining. I calmly waked over the stove, picked it up, and threw it all into the sink. I have never, and I mean never, thrown away food just for the sake of throwing it away. We even almost always eat our leftovers, there are starving kids in this world. I don't know what got into me, I was just tired of the whining. I know I am blessed, my husband has a Mon-Fri day shift job and we are all home together almost every night. It's just Sunday's are rough They are meant to be family day but it's not for us. I try to have a good attitude about it, and some days are great, but there are days like today.
We laughed about it later, and for the record I did have low blood sugar at the moment. My mood was much better after I ate. So was Cooper's for that matter. I'm just gonna blame it on the devil.