The Craftsman and Bear went on a LONG road trip this Friday. I didn't go because I wasn't asked, nor was I needed on the trip. It might have been interesting, but now they are back, I am glad I didn't go! Anyway, I asked The Craftsman at least 3 times if he wanted me to make sanniches for them. I was told, 'If you want to, dear.' Which was not an answer. So, I opted to NOT make any. To be honest, I did make them snickerdoodles. I am not entirely heartless!
They ended up stranded for over an hour, during lunch, waiting with fritos and cookies and their beverage of choice. If I had made them sandwiches, they could have eaten them before getting absolutely soaked while working. Hence, the tinge of guilt. Yet, they were able to go out and eat later. Linner, I think Bear called it. So, they survived and my decision didn't matter in the long run. Except to me.
I almost always do the mom thing. I spoil my guys, it is easier. I'm glad I didn't today, even if it would have made hard hours smoother. I'm proud of myself for making this small choice. it isn't something I do easily. Baby steps!