In an attempt to be super organized and less cranky in the morning, Doug and I made our lunches for Wednesday the night before. However, when I opened the fridge Wednesday morning after Doug had already left for school, I saw his sad little lunch still sitting there. Last night we even joked about him already having a lunch all set for today. Yet when I opened the fridge this morning, what did I see? His lunch from Tuesday night, still patiently waiting to be remembered.
I emailed him about it, and his only response was this: "I don't want to talk about it."
I guess there's always tomorrow...