I been waiting all fucking day to get the rest of my groceries, pans ect so i can start cooking, mind you im already yored n dont really want too. Instead of coming straight home so i can do what i need to. My husband called n told me his friend needed help bleeding his breaks. So i called at 5:40 giving him time to do that. He said he was on his way , it takes 10 min to get home from there. I called now and hes still there he said he drank a beer and now hes gitta jump to start the truck. 🙄 now dont be mad if i dont cook cuz when i get in a bad mood i dont wamt to do anything but go to bed , n thats how im feeling rn. He dont care about my time or energy soo why and i gonna waste it cooking a big meal. My kids will be happy with a cake, rolls ,ham and mash & gravy.