I have to tattle on my husband.
Last night, I cooked a GOOD dinner. And by good I mean something that involved the stove and multiple pots, pans and utensils. Not a frozen pizza, mac-n-cheese, corndogs, Bagel Bites, or sandwiches.
That's right, while my 6 month old Little Miss played on the floor in her bumpo seat and toys, I made mashed potatoes, brown gravy, hamburger steaks in a skillet, and steamed veggies. Now, yes, the mashed potatoes were instant, the brown gravy was in a package, and the veggies were frozen in one of those new, microwavable/steaming packages they sell at Wal-Mart. But still, I was COOKING. This was huge. And I was doing it by myself, while watching Audrey. Kudos to me!
By the time dinner was ready, Hubby was home and Audrey was needing a nap. I took her to the nursery to try to put her down for a snooze and asked Hubby to just get all the food served up on plates. Audrey didn't want to go to sleep easily (she knew Wheel of Fortune was on!) so I was in there several minutes. I finally trudge back to the living room, tired from a day at work, 30 minutes of cooking and entertaining my babygirl, and sore from leaning over her crib. I pause by the couch as my husband looks up with a classic "hand in the cookie jar" expression.
Yes, folks, that's right. He was bent over the trashcan, his little plate of steamed veggies in hand, rearranging the trash in the basket so he could dump the veggies and hide them under the current trash. The look on his face at being busted was so very priceless I really couldn't even be mad.
Apparently the look on my face was priceless too because OHHHH the desperate blubbering, back-pedaling, and excuse-making began!!! His main justification/excuse? "I wasn't supposed to get caught!"
Oh, I hope Audrey's ears were closed for that one!!!
I finally started laughing, letting him know he was off the hook, and he ended up giving the veggies he didn't want to me instead of scraping them into the garbage. Good thing we don't have an inside dog or I'm sure he would have been victim to the steamed greens.
We sat down and ate after that - my plate overflowing with veggies, Hubby's void of anything that wasn't meat or carbs - and enjoyed our dinner.
I'll plan my revenge later.... ::wink::