Today I had to run out to the bank and to get a Subway sandwich.
I HAD to get a Subway sandwich.
They sent me an email yesterday and it had been haunting me.
Subliminal messages I think.
Thankfully, the $5 oven roasted chicken foot long even with cheese and mayo was only 9 WW points, and yeah, I ate the whole thing. I didn’t plan on it but it was SO GOOD.
Before Abby and I left to run our errand and get my sandwich, I put her clothes out and asked her to get dressed. She’s usually pretty good about it so I went to put my coat and boots on and waited by the front door.
She was taking too long so I went to check on her.
She had managed to get her underpants on, and the rest she had laid out on the floor like a body. Her shirt, pants & socks were laid flat on the ground. I wanted to leave so I said to her, “Abby, c’mon we need to leave, you need to get dressed.”
She said “I am,” and giggled.
I put her socks on, then her pants, then picked up her shirt and put it on.
Then I said “Mommy’s little angel? You can’t wear that shirt, you are messing around, you are not a little angel today.”
She said “yes I am, I am a little angel and you are a big angel.”