Lochlan went downstairs for coffee for us this morning and I fell asleep waiting for him to come back. It took so long and I am so tired. The rain makes me tired, life makes me tired and it dawned on me last night that we have settled into a definite delineation of chores somehow leaving me with the lions share of cooking (AKA Lochlan's). Even last night everyone was too tired to go out for food runs so we cobbled together a wonderful feast of cheese, sausages, peppers, onions, pasta and garlic with raw veggies on the side and it was really good but I ended up cooking. Again. PJ bailed on me too so I told everyone who has this week (bailed, that is) to go pick out a pretty piece of jewellery because I'll never act like your wife for free. Maybe your lover but she's not going to cook, now, is she? So they have until Wednesday next week to produce the goods or make it up to me by catching up on their cooking nights.
I don't know which way it's going to go but if they are as lazy as I think they're becoming with this one chore should I buy some Tiffany stock or would that be considered insider trading at this point?
(Fun fact, precious metals are still (always) a really good bet. Real estate, banks and farming commodities, not so much, IMO and I haven't been wrong yet.)
(My wishlist is on the group chat. Snort.)
Lochlan doesn't believe in Tiffany jewellery but figures we can sell it later. Which is interesting given the argument we had two weeks ago. He came back forty minutes later with fresh hot coffee and...Monte Cristos! Okay, I should have asked for sandwiches instead of jewellery because DAMN. This was the best thing I have ever eaten in my life. I ate mine and a quarter of his. He finds them really rich. But I did note that he used my favourite bread for them (rye) and even included a dime-sized drop of ketchup because that's how I eat the last corner, I dip it in ketchup.
So good. We should have had these last night.
Every meal. Every day. We need to make a Monte machine that just churns these out. Making french toast is so tedious and if I make these myself they don't taste as good. I know it's the adage of someone else making it but oh my God. So good.
After we were fed and lying back again against the pillows sipping coffee I asked if he checked on Ben.
Yes. I took him down a sandwich too. He's really back into it, Bridge.
I know. It's kind of reassuring even though I hate it.
Yeah. I agree.
Thanks for taking him breakfast.
I would have anyway.
I know.
I do like having you all to myself sometimes though. I live for these moments.
You do?
I do.
Aw. Me too. This was my dream.
Eating sandwiches in our bed?
Yes, because you never let me eat in bed growing up.
This bed is big enough that we can move away from the crumbs. That bed just became a huge taco shell with us in it.
Yeah but it was nice.
Not with the crumbs but yes, you're right.
We smile at each other stupidly.