So... What's for dinner?

I hate this question. Honestly, it's up there with "Hey Mom, guess what?" Because no matter what you say it is going to be wrong.

I'm sure many of you who read this blog (fingers crossed that there are "many of you") thought I had already dropped the ball on my resolution to be grateful.

Nope. It's just that my grateful moment happened later in the day yesterday and I was too worn out to get on here and type out my post. I had a full day today, so I'm just now getting around to putting this up.

Yesterday was spent mostly on the couch. Watching TV while folding all the laundry. Didn't feel too good --gotta love those quick weather changes-- and didn't get much to eat throughout the day. Popcorn and Iced Tea. Yeah buddy. I had a TO DO LIST of about 6 things I wanted to do and all involved leaving the house except the laundry, so the laundry is the only thing that actually GOT done.

Daddy walks in the door around 4:30pm-ish. The second he walks in, our dear, sweet, pacified toddler shed that skin and became crazy, energetic, high-speed, not-gonna-stop toddler. Switch Flipped. Sweet. Just what the doctor ordered!

Now I know my man. I know he gets up super early and works a physically demanding job. And I know that some times, most days, he isn't able to stop for a bite to eat. Let alone a HEALTHY lunch. So when he walks in the door, I do a mental prep for the most dreaded question. Never fails. And I just did not want to deal with the hassle of finding something to make out of the contents of my fridge/freezer/pantry. Actually, I knew exactly what was in those and nothing sounded appealing or easy.

Know what he did? He looked right over at our daughter and said "Hey kiddo: Wanna let me get a shower and you get dressed and we'll go to the park?"

Umm WHAT? Excuse me?? He hasn't asked how my day was. Hasn't asked what's for dinner. He just automatically offered to take the kid off my hands for a minimum 30-45 minutes for a walk to the park, play at the park, and walk back??? Thank you JESUS!!

Did the kid cooperate? Of course not. She told him he hurt her feelings because he told her to put shoes and socks on and then it just got later and later until it was going on 6:30pm and none of us had eaten anything. He suggested we all go to the grocery store and get some chicken to cook. Some thin ones I could just throw on our George Foreman. Works for me.

When we got to the store, I noticed a sale. Pre-made grilled chicken, 8 pieces. $5.99. Wait a minute: I don't have to cook?? Score!! Daddy offered to take the kid while I waited at the counter at the deli to pick up the chicken. The lady in front of me ordered the same thing and the deli-worker told her for $4 more she could get a 4-pack of Hawaiian rolls & 2 pounds of sides. Considering my daughter had informed me a mere 3 minutes prior that Hawaiian rolls were her new "absolute favorite thing ever" (her words), this could work for me. Dinner for 3 and barely $10 with tax? I'm in. I got 2lbs of potato wedges to go with our healthy grilled chicken, because that's what moms do, right? And those were totally for the toddler and not the pregnant lady. Promise.
**Fingers crossed**

Got home, got out the new plastic plates I scored from the dollar store a few days ago, and Voila!! Dinner is served! Told the toddler we were having dragon legs for dinner and she ate all the meat. That's a big deal since she's been an EXTREMELY picky eater lately. She loves french fries and such, so those were a huge hit. And those Hawaiian rolls she had to have? Well they were more like play/building blocks that she "painted" with ketchup. Eh, she ate and those rolls were basically free so I can't get too mad.

So that was my day. It was a last second save by Daddy, but him and the grocery store came in for the clutch. Way to go Daddo!

I'll just ignore those Braxton Hicks as I tried to sleep. And my daughter asking me if my "big ole belly, and big legs, and big butt" would go away once I have my "little bitty baby." Yes honey. They do go away. And if they don't, well then you and Daddy better just TELL me they went away!