Happy Father's Day!

On Father's Day I made the executive decision to take my hubby out for lunch. I know it was Sunday and I should have stayed in. Don't worry, I paid for the decision.

The thing is, I hate to blame the move for everything, but our fridge is mostly empty, as are our cupboards, pantry, la dee da... Also, just to add a cherry on top of everything, I have not been able to cook worth a darn the last few weeks. H will back me up on this. He nervously asks me what's for dinner each night and I will admit to ordering pizza or grabbing take out at 8:00 at night after a failed dinner. It's bad and I'm hoping it will pass soon.

So, we went to Macaroni Grill and got a table right away. I thought this was a good sign that they weren't too busy. We took the pictures early on which is why they still look mostly happy.

It took FOREVER to get our food. We were there for 3 hours just for lunch. After I don't know how long, the kid's food came first. It was cold on the outside and warm in the middle which makes me think it was sitting for a while before it got to us. We didn't even care. It was food and that was all that mattered. I ate half of M's with the intention of sharing mine when/if it ever came. L ate a few bites of hers and pronounced herself ill. She spent the rest of the time informing us that she felt like throwing up. H's and my food still had not arrived. W ate his plain, cold noodles very nicely. He didn't crawl under the table, wasn't kicking anyone, and only lost his shoe one time. Finally our food came, but I was full of bread, which I tried my hardest not to eat, but I was starving, and M's food, which turned out to be better than mine anyway. H said his was good, but didn't eat much either. I think he was full of bread and lemonade. We then had to find our waiter to tell him we were done. It took another 15 minutes to get take out boxes, more time to get the check, then more time to get the check back. During the check getting time, I was able to take M to the bathroom, take myself to the bathroom (I didn't need a chaperone), then take L to the bathroom where she threatened to throw up in the sink. I told her go ahead, but she didn't. We all trudged out to the car where H realized that W was still holding his fork so he had to go back in. I was worried that he might not come back out.

We all came home and had quiet time after this fiasco. M fell asleep snuggling me in my bed. We woke up several hours later. H slept on the couch for a short nap while the kids had quiet time.

So to sum up, I'm grateful for a husband who puts up with horrible cooking, 3 hour lunches, and still lets his wife take a nap while he takes care of the kids. But we did make him cookies, which was a story in and of itself. Ahh!!

Happy Father's Day!