Friday, I was hoping we were going to go out for dinner, but J called from work and gave me this crap story about not feeling good, so Peanut Butter and I had Mac & Cheese and ketchup with fries. I think we both just use the fries to eat more ketchup. Thank you Heinz for making your organic version, because I gave up your original yumminess since it had corn syrup in it. J came home and must have been feeling better since he left right away to go to one of the ball fields not once but twice that night for important baseball business.
After work on Sat I requested not to have to cook and J suggests KFC, not my fave, but I say ok. Since we had mac and cheese the night before I really didn't want it as a side, but there isn't much choice but we ended up in an argument over the sides outside the drive through and J took off dumping all the groceries in the back. I said just go home I'll find something there. After another round of arguing we get Jimmy Johns. I hate deciding what to have for dinner. We are very different in tastes and likes. This is one of our biggest conflicts. I said maybe we should just eat separately from now on so we don't fight about it.Peanut Butter was well behaved for her babysitter yesterday and today. Yesterday she said she was surprised how well PB plays by herself. I don't know if that means I don't play with her enough or she is just independent and that's good. I'm always worried if I'm a good parent or not.
I tried to shop at Kohls today and PB just will not sit in the cart, or any part of the cart. I had an extra %15 off so I just started grabbing stuff and figure what I don't like I'll just return. I just couldn't do it anymore. I don't know why I even tried.