Have you ever wanted something that was just for you? Time? Space? A book? Strawberries? Yes —strawberries.
You know, I do a LOT: manage the checking accounts, pay the bills, buy the groceries, run other miscellaneous errands, do the laundry, clean the house, cook, make his lunch, take care of the dog, oversee the providers who come in to take care of Mama, coordinate all our medical appointments, refill the prescriptions — Gosh! Is that it? Have I missed anything? Oh yeah, run an Avon business and try to do crafts for resale.
So is it really too much to ask when I go to the grocery store and buy something just for me for others to stay out of it?? Big Daddy knows I love strawberries, especially dipped in chocolate. Well, he was eating vanilla & strawberry ice cream [Blue Bell so you know it already has chunks of strawberry in it] and he just has to get into MY strawberries & add some to it!
"Are you eating my strawberries?" I call from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, sure am. Is that against the law?"
Now it wasn't said in a nasty tone of voice & at this point I know that anything said by me is going to cause an argument. So I merely sigh and continue on my way to the garage with the kitchen trash. Oh yeah, something else I do.
Granted, I didn't tell him I bought them just for me. I didn't put a sign on them saying "Do Not Eat" — but the rule has always been to ask before opening something for the first time in case I have it earmarked for a special dish later in the week. I don't want to have to devour them as soon as I bring them home just to keep everyone else out of them!
Is this a trivial matter? Probably. But when most of your day is spent catering to the needs-whims-wishes of others, whatever you can carve out just for yourself is a precious commodity! I think I'm going to have to head downstairs & help myself to some now. Just having written this is making me hungry for some! And I bet I'll have them all to myself at the moment, too!
You know, I do a LOT: manage the checking accounts, pay the bills, buy the groceries, run other miscellaneous errands, do the laundry, clean the house, cook, make his lunch, take care of the dog, oversee the providers who come in to take care of Mama, coordinate all our medical appointments, refill the prescriptions — Gosh! Is that it? Have I missed anything? Oh yeah, run an Avon business and try to do crafts for resale.
So is it really too much to ask when I go to the grocery store and buy something just for me for others to stay out of it?? Big Daddy knows I love strawberries, especially dipped in chocolate. Well, he was eating vanilla & strawberry ice cream [Blue Bell so you know it already has chunks of strawberry in it] and he just has to get into MY strawberries & add some to it!
"Are you eating my strawberries?" I call from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, sure am. Is that against the law?"
Now it wasn't said in a nasty tone of voice & at this point I know that anything said by me is going to cause an argument. So I merely sigh and continue on my way to the garage with the kitchen trash. Oh yeah, something else I do.
Granted, I didn't tell him I bought them just for me. I didn't put a sign on them saying "Do Not Eat" — but the rule has always been to ask before opening something for the first time in case I have it earmarked for a special dish later in the week. I don't want to have to devour them as soon as I bring them home just to keep everyone else out of them!
Is this a trivial matter? Probably. But when most of your day is spent catering to the needs-whims-wishes of others, whatever you can carve out just for yourself is a precious commodity! I think I'm going to have to head downstairs & help myself to some now. Just having written this is making me hungry for some! And I bet I'll have them all to myself at the moment, too!
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