Jack and I ate dinner while watching an episode of Madame Secretary. He is so into that show now, and i’m watching it all for a 2nd tme. Really good if you haven’t seen it yet! We would highly recommend it as your next binge.
This week Jack has been interning at my friend’s business and understands what it feels like to be busy all day. We get up at 5 to be at rowing practice at 6, then finish up, go home, shower and I drive Jack to his “job” for 9 then I go to work (luckily they are close to each other), then we head home, walk the dog, feed the cats and slap some dinner together.
Anyway, we were tired from a full week of getting up at 5am. Trust me, as much as I like seeing the sunrise on the beach, I just want a day of solid sleep. We were in the mood to veg out on the couch. I made a giant pot of mac and cheese for Jack, along with veggies, etc., and made sure to make enough for left overs hopefully for lunch tomorrow.
We were eating, or at least I was still eating, and Jack I guess had finished his food, and slumped over like he was in a coma, groaning.
me: What happened?
Jack: Ate. too. much.
me: Really? It didn’t seem like you at a lot at all.
Jack: I ate the whole pan.
me: The whole entire pan??
Jack: Oohhhhhh….. (more holding of stomach and groaning)
me: Jack, that was 8 SERVINGS roughly!
Jack: Yeah, I know, I should have thought that through. Here you can have what’s left.
He hands me his bowl with like 10 little shells in it. Gee thanks.
10 minutes later he eats a half of a banna and a whole apple covered in peanut butter. That was dessert. LOL!
Boys are gross.