Sean and I were arguing this morning. Well, not arguing really, because our arguing involves raised voices and glares. So let's just say we were "discussing vigorously". Discussing what, you might ask. Breakfast of course, and who's turn it was to make it. You see we have this kind of loose agreement to trade days with the breakfast making. I say loose because sometimes we observe it and sometimes we don't. And sometimes we get lucky and someone else throws breakfast our way. So he came into the family room at 10 am this morning and announced~
Sean: Do you know why I'm here?
Me: To find out what I'm making for breakfast?
Me: Nothing. Can't we just have cereal this morning?
Sean: Sure, if you make it.
Me: You seriously want me to get up and go to the kitchen and pour your cereal and milk into a bowl for you? You were just in the kitchen!
Sean: yes, but now I'm in here. And it's your turn.
Me: You're ridiculous.
Sean: That's how the arrangement works. I made you breakfast yesterday.
Me: Um. Yes, because I'm actually doing something in the mornings. I thought we agreed Sunday was everyone for themselves anyway??
Sean: No. We did not. You tried to get me to agree to that.
Me: Well I'm not doing it today. I don't know why breakfast isn't your job anyway. I make you lunch and dinner everyday.
Sean: Yes, because you're the mom. It's your job. I'm cutting you slack with breakfast.
Me: Do you know how many mothers make their 16 yr olds breakfast, lunch and dinner? Oh wait...NONE.
Sean: Of course they do...you've seen "Wife Swap". Some of those mothers wait on their kids hand and foot.
Me: Um. Yes. But then the other mother comes in and says how ridiculous that is! C'mon, I'm waiting for you to come up with some nugget of brilliance to convince me that I should do this.
Sean: Nugget of brilliance?? You still wouldn't give in.
Me: I might. I respect the brilliance. I just think you should use it for good instead of being so self serving.
Sean: But I'm not "self serving", that's the whole reason we're having this argument. I can't even argue with you if you're going to be like this. Try to stay focused next time. *and he leaves. And I'm still giggling*
Oh and btw, I totally caved to peer pressure...I started to Twitter. Please find me on there so I can follow you. I put a link in the sidebar. Because it's easier to stalk you that way...
Have a restful Sunday,