Apparently, I'm in a "mood" tonight.
Coach voluntarily shut off the video game, without my having to mention it EVEN ONCE, before dinner was even ready.
Jock hid in his room until dinner was ready.
Bug was brave. He looked at me when I walked in, said "Love you, Mom" and THEN went back to his game. Which, I will add, he did not argue with me AT ALL about shutting off. The FIRST time I asked.
Both my dogs? Have hidden from me all night.
So because they were all showing such extreme self-preservation skills.... I mean, showing the love, I rewarded them by actually cooking dinner and not forcing the Frozen Pizza of Death on them. Ok, I guess that depends on how you look at it. There are some that would argue that my cooking for them was such a severe form of punishment that it borders on the cruel and unusual generally forbidden by the Constitution. Others would argue that it meant I recognized that they need more nutrients than can be found in a box containing frozen red sauce and processed cheese on a Frisbee, and did my best as a wife and mother to provide that for them.
Really, all I did was throw some canned chicken, instant rice, cream of chicken soup, cream of celery soup, milk and shredded cheese in a casserole dish, mix it with dill weed and celery salt, and bake it at 375 for 30 minutes. Sooooo not hard, and with no actual cooking of anything involved. So it doesn't really count as cooking, does it?
The reason for my funk? I started that new job today. Lets just say that I'm really not feeling like its a good fit for me. Or really that I'm a good fit for them. However, they are paying me. So until I find someone else willing, able and offering to do that, I will give them the best of me.
On the positive side? No one pushed my buttons at all tonight. That's got to count for something, right?