James is stuck in Missouri because his flight was canceled yesterday due to weather. In fact, the whole airport was closed all day yesterday. So here I sit with a sick child, eating his hot dog, missing him, and feeling guilty. Yesterday I had a very busy day, and knowing that James wouldn't be here to help, I fed the kids Macaroni and Cheese with Oscar Mayer hot dogs for dinner. Yes, I probably should feel guilt over that choice, but for good or for bad that is not where my guilt lies :)
Even though it was a meal I was sure the kids would inhale, they didn't eat as much as normal so I had leftovers. No one here really likes leftover Mac 'n Cheese. Everyone (usually) loves it the first time around, but not the second. So for lunch today I decided to "take one for the team" and eat the left over Mac 'n Cheese. Then followed the debate -- should I eat the extra hot dog too? One of James's biggest comfort foods is Oscar Mayer hot dogs. I haven't been buying hot dogs lately, but now there was one left just for him -- except he wasn't here to eat it. And . . . I was going to eat the leftover Mac 'n Cheese which tastes much better with a hot dog on the side (or mixed in). But I thought of poor James not getting to eat that hot dog if I did. I then thought of the reports I've had of the food he is eating (courtesy of work) -- fajitas, London broil, etc. and thought maybe he'd be o.k. with my choice to eat the hot dog. But then I wanted him to feel loved when he got home, and how better to do that than give him a hot dog? Back and forth I went until I finally ate the hot dog -- there's no going back now. I'm sure James will be o.k. with my decision -- and if I didn't write about it, he'd never even have to know! But it's funny what things remind us of those we love -- and what things make us feel guilty!
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