Sounds good, right? You'd think so. You'd think, "hmm, this mom really strives to feed her family yummy, interesting, healthy meals." You'd think they'd be jumping at the bit (or plate, as it were), ready to devour every last morsel of goodness. You'd think, but you would be wrong.
Post-poned dinner until 7:15, Shawn's ETA. By the time he showed up at 8pm, Ryan and I were not speaking (a result of her gagging and holding her nose as I chopped fresh thyme, declaring, "OOH! Sickening! That is so really disgusting! I'm gonna actually have diarrhea!!"), Jax was turned completely around, facing away from the table (a result of me being tired of him pelting me with pork chop bites. And yes, he was aiming), and the hot grilled pork and peaches had gone cold.
If only there were some sort of magical device that he could use to alert me as to the exact time of his departure from work...
(Much more from our kids-free weekend -- including being the heckler in the audience called out by the comedian for "woo-hooing" the Shaken Baby joke -- and the fourth. And yes, there will be a test, so please be ready to take notes. )