Wife has been in charge of toddler preschool lunches. Which I think is a fair deal all things considered, but it is apparently mental load, whatever. WIth the new baby, she's trying to get me to do more lunch things but is also having a hard time understanding that someone should "own" this and that if neither of us own it than it is not owned. I digress.
Yesterday I was running around because our dog was sick (urinary stones, it turns out) and I had to take our niece to the airport (and go through security and shit, unaccompanied minor who had flown up to help us out and meet the baby, very fun). I took the 2.5 year old with me for that to keep pressure off of mom with the baby. Which I think is pretty generous, whatever - the thing I'm saying is that I was not playing xbox and masturbating when she said "can you check on the pizzas in the oven" (little crescent roll pizzas for this weeks lunches) and I went and looked and said "they are not done yet".
What she understood from that interaction is that I was now in charge of the pizzas. Needless to say they burned and I was tasked with making the pizzas again. That night as I was putting the new batch of pizzas in the oven:
Celery: "Is kiddo's lunch ready?"
Wife: "It's in the fridge"
Celery: "Ok, will it have pizza?"
Wife: "No"
How I understood this was that kiddo's lunch was ready and in the fridge and was going to be something different than pizza. What my wife was attempting to communicate was that it needed a pizza in order to be complete and ready to be sent off to school with the kiddo.
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so I just got back from the preschool to drop off a little fucking crescent roll pizza