Day Two of Strike

I thought about making dinner.
I did.
Probably outta habit,
ya know,
since I've been doing that for,
let's see
27 years.
But then! I remembered
I'm On Strike!
"Oh yeah", I told myself.
"I'm trying to teach these yahoos a lesson."

The 14 yo even asked nicely
what I was going to make.
I wasn't hateful.
I just smiled
opened the fridge
and took out some eggs.
I made the Caboose eggs and toast with apple butter and a big glass of milk.
Boofus and Dad chose leftovers of turkey and dressing we'd had last week.
The 14 yo made herself some eggs.
Nana went out to dinner with a friend.
And me?  I made my self a peice of toast and called it good.

We did have the stuff to make Banana Pudding--
which the 14 yo was delighted to make for everyone.
So while no dinner was made
there was dessert.

Dad had a sit down with the little kids
in their rooms
n told them
Momza needs more "thank yous"
around here...
I think it's sinking in.