Amy has her annual “Oracle Shuts Down San Francisco Conference” this week. We dropped her off at BART this morning,and we will not be seeing her til thursday. She will be hanging with the movers and shakers, dining at fantastic events, and otherwise being very grownup (until she has a third cocktail.)
Malcolm and I will be having quite a different experience. We’ll start it off tonight by watching the football game. If Amy were around, they would talk to each other in an enriching way and play some games which develop his ever expanding intellect. Malcolm and I, on the other hand, will stare at grown men bludgeoning the snot out of each other, and do it in virtual silence. I could tell him that the game is a battle of good versus evil, but with the Jets playing the Dolphins, what story could I possibly tell?
We will be eating a steady diet of crap while Amy is gone. I have a hard time cooking anything too exciting when Amy is gone, so Malcolm and I will make do on mounds of macaroni and cheese, grilled cheese sandwiches, and dessert from bakesale betty’s. I have tried to make gourmet healthy food for just the two of us, but every time I have, the meal has ended in tears (from both of us! I get really upset when people don’t like my cooking.) I am not sure who is going to get more out of the week, as I don’t often get to treat myself to kids’ food regularly.
Malcolm will also look a lot more disheveled at school this week. I am kind of a slob myself, and dress like it is my duty to protect the world against my devilish good looks. Amy dresses Malcolm a lot and usually cares that Malcolm’s clothes, A) are clean and B) match, while I generally let Malcolm dress himself and pat myself on the back every time I get him out of the house with A) pants on and B) a shirt on. Malcolm’s teachers will definitely be able to realize that I have sole Malcolm duty this week.
With Amy gone, my wine consumption will plummet, too. We consider wine to be a contributing member of our marriage, and without her there, drinking wine feels like cheating. I know that she will be cheating, as her evenings will be spent drinking fabulous wines at expensive restaurants. I like to think that I am a better man than that, so I will not be cheating on her. I will drink beer. Wait a minute, beer and macaroni and cheese with a football game on? I hope she goes out of town for a month!
Tags: drinking, eating, football, parenting
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October 12th, 2009 at 11:32 pm
Pork belly and Peay Syrah tonight! Yum! … and I mostly behaved myself
October 13th, 2009 at 7:42 am
So jealous. I ate a lot of broccoli in my mac and cheese. ick.
October 13th, 2009 at 8:55 am
hey, it’s ok to have a ‘balance’ of wine & beer, mac ‘n cheese or steak, etc. lol
btw read your last post as well…i think your money was well spent ;0)
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October 13th, 2009 at 11:53 am
Did Malkie make it to the exciting finish?
October 13th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
mmmm….beer & mac……. cheese & carbs for dinner is never a bad thing! but the broccoli? blech…that’s pushing it!
October 13th, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Welcome to the site Ciara! I post often, so come back and check it out often.
Malcolm only made it to half time, Scott. There’s no way I keep him up past half time, unless my fantasy football team is involved.
Lisa, I don’t know why I eat broccoli. I don’t like it! Sometimes, though, late a night, I hear my colon whispering things to me.