It's midnight, and I haven't had any dinner. This is because I didn't have any lunch either, so when G and I were driving home from the supermarket after work, I was starving and ate a piece of the French bread we'd just bought. (You pretty much have to have least one piece of French bread before G gets to it, because she only likes the soft insides and will neatly eviscerate the entire loaf when no one is looking, so when you go to have some there will be nothing but a sad old hollowed-out crust.) Since I was full of bread, I didn't want any dinner at dinnertime, and then I accidentally fell asleep on the sofa while G was doing her homework, and when I woke up, it was time to put her to bed. By the time she was all bathed and tooth-brushed and read to and asleep, it was 10:30, and now here I am, wondering whether I should bother to make myself some food at this hour, or just go to bed and eat in the morning.
Life is so complicated.
1 comment:
Ha, if only life never got more complicated ....
*eyeroll*
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