So, last night was not a good night. Plain and simple.
Some evenings are just like that. After picking up after the kids (dirty socks, trash, crayon shavings, etc.) and getting after them to do their homework AND their chores AND practice the piano...well, you get the picture.
So, instead of getting take out, like I REALLY wanted to do, I made dinner. Potstickers. I boiled the potstickers and then, to make them extra tasty I got ready to fry them. I drained them and heated the oil, and then reached for the tongs...but no tongs.
Well, like I said, it hadn't been a good night, and I got after the kids for losing the tongs. We opened all the drawers, looked everywhere they could POSSIBLY be, and still NO tongs.
So, after about 10 minutes of being mad at the kids, Troy comes in and asks,
"What are you looking for?"
"The tongs?" he asks. "Oh, they are in my office behind the bookshelf."
"What?!?" Because of course, I had TOTALLY not thought to look there! "Why are they behind the bookshelf?"
"Because I dropped something back there and I couldn't reach it, so I used the tongs. Then, I dropped the tongs."
There were so many things that I wanted to say right at that moment, but the vein in my neck was throbbing and the sudden rush of pressure behind my eyes as my brain tried to explode prevented me from being coherent. So I was silent.
He asks, "Do you want me to go get them."
Again, brain explosion imminent...
"Uh, yeah. And could you wash them after you get them?"
I will just say that after the 20 minutes it took to find the tongs, the potstickers were...not quite right...so I left Troy to feed the kids dinner and get them to bed.
Oh, and to find some chocolate.
PS. If you want a good laugh (the best one I had ALL DAY), I would direct you to Melanie's blog and her husband's adventures in toilets. Oh, you silly husbands.