For Valentine's Day, Mark wanted me to make chicken cordon bleu, rather than go out to dinner like I would have preferred. Let me preface this by saying that I love to cook, I really do, but I have never made that recipe in my life. So, I found a recipe online, along with one for Rachel Ray's homemade sweet onion potatoes au gratin and a veggie side-dish. I picked up all of the ingredients that morning and was actually excited to cook that night because I have been in somewhat of a dinner rut lately.
I followed all of the recipes and everything turned out great! The chicken was perfect, the sauce was amazing and Mark loved the homemade potatoes. Mark's apparent present to me for Valentine's Day was to help with the dishes. When we both worked, he would help me with the dishes every single night! Ever since I decided to leave what Mark called my "sugar momma" job at the law firm so that I could stay at home with Trent and write on a full-time basis, he has decided that he doesn't have to be a help around the house anymore...at all, but that is for a different post.
Anyhow, back to the potatoes...we cleaned up the kitchen together and then I gave Trent a bath. When I woke up the following morning, I noticed the dish of covered potatoes sitting on the stove! We forgot to put it in the fridge :( I was so bummed because the potatoes were so good but I knew that I had to throw them out. I tool the foil off the dish and instantly got sick to my stomach. I don't know if it was the Gruyere cheese on top but something about the smell of the old potatoes turned my stomach. I quickly decided to recover the dish and throw them away after my stomach settled down a bit. I tried to toss them again right before Mark got home from work but the same thing happened again. So, I covered the dish once again and left it on the counter, knowing that Mark would be home soon and he could do it for me.
Mark gets home and notices the dish on the counter. He asks me why the potatoes were out and I told him that I forgot to put them in the fridge so we had to throw the dish out and that I had tried but almost got sick doing so. Trent then distracted me and the conversation about the potatoes ended. Fast forward to the next day, Saturday, and I wake up and see the dish still on the counter! I lifted the foil and really almost got sick now. I honestly couldn't believe that Mark didn't throw the potatoes out after I told him about them. Now, I was slightly annoyed, not to mention disgusted with the nasty potatoes. I decide to leave them on the counter to see how long it would take for Mark to notice them.
Fast forward to Sunday...the damn dish is still on the counter! Some of you may think that I am disgusting and that I should never have let them sit out for nearly four days and I agree with you! At that point however, I really couldn't throw them out especially since Trent came down with the flu on Saturday night and I had been busy cleaning up his vomit...I really didn't want to clean up my own.
Sunday night rolls around and Mark looks at me like he is disgusted with me! I asked him what was wrong and he practically spat, "Why are the potatoes still sitting on the counter?" Baffled, I answered, "I told you that I was going to get sick if I had to throw them out and you did nothing about it!" He looked at me like I had two heads while he said, "We'll you didn't ask me to throw them away for you, now did you?"
And this, my friends, is a prime example of the difference between men and women. I thought that my telling him I was going to hurl if I had to smell them would be enough for him to clean out the dish for me but not so...apparently, I have to specifically ask him to do that for me. Thus, the lesson learned from all of this, I guess I cannot get annoyed that Mark doesn't do certain things around the house because I don't specifically, outline to the proverbial "T," what I want him to do.
I've said it before and I'll say it again....MEN!!
On a side-note, back to Valentine's day and on a much more personal note (i.e., TMI)...we put Trent down for the night and Mark looks at me and raises his eyebrows up and down. I knew what that meant. I shook my head and said, "Sorry, partner, I know it's Valentine's Day, but not tonight."
Astonished, his mouth dropped open. He said, "You always give me some on V-Day." I laughed and explained that although that might be true, I am very pregnant and dealing with a very (and I mean, very) unpleasant side-effect of pregnancy that I won't get into here (even I have my limits as crazy as that may seem). After I explained what was going on with my body, the look on his face told me that even he didn't want to get next to me, but he couldn't help but try to make me feel guilty about it. He proceeded to tell how he used to never have to ask me for sexy time, especially on V-Day.
It was at this point that I looked at my dear husband and said, "Yes, love, but you also used to send me on a full spa day at the best hotels in Vegas, take me out to a beautiful, fancy dinner, send me flowers and buy my jewelry on Valentine's Day. Now, I get to stay at home and make you dinner while you bring me flowers that you bought on your way home from Scolari's. Things change."
This made the guilt trip stop suddenly and I strongly suspect that he just might plan something special for next year :)
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