What goes around

Apparently comes around. Today, I asked my 3.5 yo do to something for me. To this she replied, "can't you see I'm doing something?" Um, I'm sorry, what? If you're curious to know what she was doing, it was really quite important. She was carrying a handmade basket around with a plastic golf club "picking up stuff" (yet the basket was totally empty, hmmm). So I guess the lesson learned today was she's actually paying attention to me and my statements and has no problem throwing them right back in my face (appropriately at that).

The second just awesome thing that happened was at dinner. My husband's faith in God grew exponentially. All because a lowly, stinky stinkbug landed on my dinner plate while I was eating. Are.you.serious? The best part was how much he was gunning for it to happen. He was captivated as it flew in circles, lower and lower, until lo and behold, it landed in my green beans. Now, I'm not saying I deserved the stinkbug incident, but I won't deny that I was being a cranky b-i-t-c-h to my husband. We had a disagreement (if you want to label it) over how to cook dinner, specifically the Mahi Mahi I picked up from Giant yesterday. I bought it frozen and ready to steam in the bag (a choice I heavily regret after watching an oh so informative documentary today about how toxic our world is), but he didn't want steamed fish (insert whiney voice please). So we decided to broil. It didn't come out so well. It took 4 times as long as steaming in bag. And therefore leaving the rest of the dinner cold by the time it was 'ready'. My problem is I'm flexible most of the time, but then part of the time, I just want things the way I want them. And that is how I feel about dinner right now. Call me controlling (go ahead, it won't hurt my feelings), but really, who doesn't like things done his/her way? When my husband inserted himself into the prep work tonight, I didn't handle it gracefully. Being 'snitty' might be closer to the truth. Thankfully, he doesn't take me or my moods seriously 99% of the time, and he never takes things personally (unless he really, really should).

So dinner was a partial bust, but everyone still ate. I'm making turkey kielbasa and brussel sprouts tomorrow OR portobello mushroom burgers with kale chips. I'm looking foward to a new day, hopefully free of sassy remarks from a 3.5 yo (no chance) and stinkbugs (come on God, lemme catch a break on that one).

Word. J