Today’s argument with Katie was about how long to microwave a large container of Panera Mac and cheese.
She said “30 seconds because it wasn’t in the freezer” and I said it would probably need at least 3-4 minutes, but start with 1:30. I hear a sigh of annoyance. She says it’s hot. I say there’s no way it can be. She brings me my bowl and obviously it’s still completely cold.
I tell her that it needs more and you would not believe the attitude I get. Like I am the biggest inconvenience in the world and she’ll do it but it doesn’t need it. I ask if she tasted it. No. Then how can you tell it’s the right temperature? She doesn’t know.
Every. Day.
I told Anna and she said:
This is like my kids having a freaking meltdown about not being able to find something and then when I ask them where they’ve looked, they haven’t looked anywhere that makes sense. Missing your shoes? Did you check in the mudroom where your shoes go? No? Only checked the refrigerator? Just gonna have a full-blown meltdown about it anyway? OK then.