Saturday morning, before going home after work, I stopped at the grocery to pick up a few things for dinner. I purchased a frozen lasagna, coleslaw and bread. I wanted something substantial for dinner and easy.
Before I went to sleep I told dear husband what needed to be done and that I would wake up at 4:30p to make the coleslaw before I got in the shower.
DINNER WAS FANTASTIC. It required very little time on my part and was perfect. I went to work so proud of DH and absolutely satisfied.
I stopped for kolaches Sunday morning before going home and debated whether or not to buy extra for DH's lunch. I decided against it because we had sandwich supplies and lasagna. He had his pick.
I opened the door to the apartment when I got there, brought the paper inside and smelled. . . lasagna. He left it out all night. I said a cuss word.
From the bedroom I heard a very faint, "Baby? I left the lasagna out." I went into the bedroom and DH was lying in bed. He sounded so sad. I wanted to be mad, but rubbed his back instead. I told him I would make Migas for dinner. Oh, he complained because I don't make migas like his mother. Whatever.
When I woke Sunday evening he was talking to his mother (it was Mother's day). I went about my business getting ready for work. I made the decision to get something to eat on the way to work. Poor DH. He kept asking if I was going to make anything. I replayed that mornings conversation for him. Finally, I broke down and decided I would make migas in the 10 minutes I had before I needed to leave. Because I don't do them right, he released me from dinner duty.
There is a taco joint close to the house so I grabbed a few tacos for him. That made him happy and then I went to La Madeline for me. That made me happy.
Lasagna would have been even better.
