Okay, now I’m irritated. I took Conor to the park today with a schoolmate of his and froze my ass off!! Literally. Then Dad called from the casino that he was just about out of money and ready to go home. I hurry from the park, (which in all honesty I was not sad to leave since I was FREEZING) drop Conor off, pick Dad up. I have to run to the store to pick some things up for this dinner that Robert saw Rachael Ray cook and now absolutely MUST make it immediately, if not sooner, and a few things for Conor’s lunch. Dad is with me and he tells me that he is just going to sit in a chair right there by the front. That is perfect!
Three minutes later, Dad calls me wanting to know where I am. I am at the Deli, I see him looking for me, as he stops to pick up a pie on his way. When he gets to me I say that I thought he was going to just sit and wait while I get this little bit of shopping done really quick.
“I can only sit for so long Siobhan,” he says querulously, “And you’re taking so long. You always take too much time shopping.”
I’ve been in there THREE minutes!! Okay, I give the deli guy my order while dad is standing there, and tell him to stay with the cart and I’ll run and get the rest of the stuff while the deli guy is slicing my ham and gouda. The gouda is for the dinner that Robert saw on Rachael Ray and absolutely HAD to make tonight.
I grab everything as fast as I can loading my arms up and race back to the deli counter to find that dad has moved down to a man handing out free samples of a new sushi product. As soon as he sees me, he grabs the cart and heads for the checkout. Luckily, I was able to at least get a sample. We get home and unload everything only to find out that Dad never got the ham or the gouda. Robert says well, his stomach is now bothering him for some reason so he’ll make the dinner that he HAD to make tonight, tomorrow.
Sorry, is that steam actually coming out of my ears??? I could’ve gone to the store tomorrow. There is no school tomorrow for Martin Luther King day. I didn’t need to actually race through the store tonight with a cantakerous old man! Is he kidding me??? I could’ve just cooked the freaking chicken myself!!
MEN!!!
How exasperating!