I HATE Peas!!!!

Tonight was a gong show pretty much from the minute the kids walked in the door at 3:59.  They were tired. They were hungry. They were mad because I never let them get to do anything fun. Standard school day stuff really.

A friend of my daughter's came over - the kids played for a while, then the two girls put on a bit of a piano performance for me. I decided it would be nice to sip on a glass of my favorite wine while I was listening. It was wonderful . . .  for about 5 minutes.

About the time I was able to relax, my youngest son decided that he was starving and required a Nutella Samwich as soon as possible. He began to complain loudly when I reminded him dinner would be in just a few minutes. As his volume increased, so did the piano's - resulting in my other son cranking the volume on the TV. So much for relaxing.

After the friend went home, it was time to serve dinner. I served peas . . . sweet little morsels of green smothered in butter and dusted with salt and pepper. Yes, I love me some peas. Unfortunately, my oldest son did not agree.

And so began a 25 minute long tirade about how much he hates peas.  After the first five minutes, I decided to make it into a drinking game. Every time he mentioned how much he hated peas, I'd take a swig of my wine.  I should have known better. This is a kid who fought for 70 minutes about eating 4 kernels of corn!

Five minutes into the game I gave up on pouring the wine into a glass and started drinking straight out of the bottle. Fifteen minutes and 3/4 of a bottle later I was totally practically wasted. Even I couldn't understand the slurring words coming out of my mouth as I tried to cajole him into eating the one teaspoon full of peas on his plate. I did what any responsible parent would do at that point - I slammed the bottle onto the table, put my hands in the air, and shouted "I'm Out!"

Kid: 1  Mom: 0

Oh well, maybe next time.



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