I want a taco salad.
I don’t want to make one, I want one from taco bell. I don’t eat these very often, but today I want one.
I resisted the urge all day, but tonight it’s calling to me from across the road as I stir this delicious dinner of vegetables with green curry. I’m not being sarcastic here, it’s really good.
But it’s not a taco salad and so is not going to satisfy me.
I couldn’t get one for myself. I was rushing with the kids to get them home and in bed, having just brought soup to my own mom who isn’t feeling well. She told me not to come, but I knew she would eat the soup… ended up driving home later than I thought, and although I pass taco bell, I just couldn’t justify wasting the time for myself.
Running upstairs to get them to bed, see the oldest sitting on her bed, hasn’t gone out with her friends yet. PERFECT.
“Please, can you get me a taco salad?”
I get a stare.
“You don’t need a taco salad. I’m doing you a favor”
I throw out another please but don’t have time to grovel as I start the bed time ritual for the two little ones.
Soon after, I hear her leave the house. I begin to think along the lines of “wow, she’s really getting it for me…. awwww, she didn’t have to, that’s so nice.”
But time passes, and she doesn’t come back. I notice a text on my phone. It’s from her, she’s going out with her friends. I’ve lost hope.
After this revelation… a little passive aggressive texting back and forth, me trying to ensure she feels guilty and suddenly realizes how much she loves and appreciates me, and how much I DO FOR HER… her focusing more on the fact that I seem to be upset about a taco salad, and not the meaning BEHIND IT….
Because this obviously means that I will end up in “a home”. Alone. Discarded as soon as I am no longer useful.
Currently working on a way of avoiding this, while also ensuring all remaining children find it impossible to say no to me for any reason.