This week is my first full week back to work, and it is only Tuesday and I am SO tired, I shouldn't be. It isn't a hard job, I am just adding one extra child to my day, which can be challenging at times, but the main challenge is getting out the door in the morning. My other challenges so far have been with keeping up with all my other "duties" There is still laundry to be done, floors to clean, and dinner isn't going to make itself. Tonight I had planned on getting a little bit ahead. My husband loves when I make chicken salad, I feel like sandwiches for dinner isn't much, but if he loves it I'll make it. I don't say this about many things but I do believe I make a mean roasted chicken, this said, I roast my own chicken to shred for my chicken salad.( it is also cheaper this way ) I get my chicken into the oven and tend to it throughout the night as needed. After my little prince is off to bed the chicken is finally ready to come out. It looks perfect {which makes me smile, I like perfect, it doesn't happen much} I look at my creation and leave it un attended while I take a shower. There was no way I was shredding up a chicken straight from the oven so I figured I might as well check something off my to do list, and smelling good was high up there. I finish my shower, get into my jammies and walk the dog. I get back to see that my perfect chicken has been... well its not perfect anymore. My husband not only loves my chicken salad, he loves my roasted chicken { with all the butter I smoother on that bird, anyone would love it} Okay, so he had a little chicken, I'll take it as a compliment and start shredding. Here's where I almost loose my cool. Now I will say I have a crazy high patience level... well when it comes to kids... when it comes to my husband my patience seems to run thin. I cannot explain this nor do I have a reason why I will happily pick up smashed banana from my CLEAN laundry pile and simply tell my little man that it is a "no-no" but if my husband leaves his coke can between the coach cushions one more time I may leave him. {I am not truly going to leave my husband, but it makes me REALLY mad. Especially when my son finds it before I do and pours the remaining contents on the floor, yet he will not get yelled at, just the hubby} Anyway, back to my chicken. I am in my chicken zen zone shredding chicken and putting it into a bowl when my hubby comes over. He starts to pick at the chicken, silly me thinks he is going to help {which would also kind of bug me, when I cook I like to have my space, even when its just shredding chicken} But no, he just wants to eat some more. Okay, fine. Well he just keeps eating... and eating....and reaching over my head to get the salt....and eating..... and dipping his chicken into the melted butter and chicken stock... and eating....and picking....I almost screamed! GET AWAY FROM THE CHICKEN. If he eats it all what will I make chicken salad with.... well I debate saying something, I decide against yelling and go with a nicer comment "you want chicken in your chicken salad tomorrow right?" Well he doesn't take this well ,and I am sure he could hear my insides yelling at him through my tone of voice, even though I was trying to sound light hearted. He argued that there was tons of chicken and that I always make too much food anyway. AHH well okay, I keep my mouth shut for the remainder of his Chicken pig out and look at my sad pile of shredded chicken in the bowl. Yes, there is plenty, but not as much as usual, or as I planned. It's not a huge deal, but did he have to sit there and eat it right in my ear? He could've gotten a plate, taken a little, brought the salt with him and I wouldn't have given him a second look. But no I got to hear every freakin bite. Well, I am done with that now. I now know I need to roast and shred my chickens during the day, before my husband can eat it all and make me go crazy. Maybe I need to try and be more laid back when it comes to cooking, or just my husband in general, but it seems that in any relationship there will always be those things that just REALLY bug you. And I know I love him everytime I keep my mouth shut. My little man on the other hand can not bug me for more than a minute, he may..okay will do bad things, and make crazy messes, but he is exploring his world, he wants to find out what happens when you squirt your juice box on the TV, and hopefully now he knows that it's a "no-no" and that he can't play with mommy while she is cleaning up his mess. But he doesn't annoy me, and I am with him ALL the time, a lot more than I am with my husband. I am so happy I have my little man, he is the best guy I've ever met. Period.
Kelly Callahan
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