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In which it’s all about the details

Well, THAT didn’t go as planned.  As per usual, my lack of attention to the details has screwed something up again.  As it was nearing 6:00 I realized that I would soon be expected to supply Daniel with dinner.  He has lacrosse from 4:00-6:30 and usually arrives home soon thereafter starving. 


Since I had spent much of the day playing around on Twitter and accomplishing (wait a minute, I’m thinking here….still thinking) absolutely nothing, I decided to run up to Mrs. Winner’s and get a chicken dinner.  After all, their 10 piece chicken strip meal is awesome and perfect for the little threesome of Daniel, Kevin and I.  At any rate, I hopped in the car and went up there and retrieved the dinner.  Now normally, Kevin just orders and picks it up on his way home but today, I did it myself because Kevin was going to workout; I’m all awesome like that.  While I was in the drive-through I was thinking to myself “I don’t remember it being this expensive” but then I attributed the rise in price due to the fact that you now got “free sweetened tea” with the family meal.  I, of course, HATE sweet tea so I told them to forget about it anyways. 


They also offered two sides and although I was pretty sure you normally only got one side, I once again figured it was part of their new plan (you know, what with the free tea and all) so I ordered and paid and I can honestly say that while it normally takes extra time to cook up the dinner, it was ready in a jiffy.


This was most excellent as it gave me a few minutes cushion before Daniel got home.  So, I was in my office checking my emails when I heard Daniel enter the house (via a slammed door and my amazing mom hearing abilities).  Here’s where it all goes south:


Me:                            “Daniel, I bought chicken from Mrs. Winner’s” (shouting towards the kitchen kinda)


(All I can hear as I’m approaching the kitchen is grumbling)


Me:                            “Daniel, did you hear me?  I got Mrs. Winner’s”


Daniel:                        “Mom.  What did you do?”


Me:                             “I got chicken.  Why?”  (Already I can feel that sinking feeling.  You know what I’m talking about don’t you?  The feeling you get just before you realize whatever fuckup you’ve just committed)


Daniel:                        “Mom.  Why didn’t you get strips?  We always get strips.  What is this?”


Me:                             “I did, didn’t I?”


Daniel:                        “No Mom, you didn’t.  THIS…IS A DRUMSTICK” (holding it up like I couldn’t tell.  I mean, I know what the hell a drumstick looks like)


Me:                             “WHAT?  NO!  No way!  Are you kidding me?”


Daniel:                        “Yeah mom, this is a Chicken Dinner; not a Chicken Strips Dinner.”


Me:                             “Damn it, are you sure?”


Daniel:                        (Heaving a huge sigh) “Yes Mom, I’m sure.  This isn’t what we get.”


Me:                             “OH SHIT!  No wonder it was more expensive and came with two sides.”


Daniel:                        “YOU screwed up…AGAIN!”


Me:                             “Well, that’s no problem; you like the green beans and the macaroni and cheese, right?”


Daniel:                        “Mom, have you ever seen me eat the green beans?”


Me:                             “Ummm…I guess not!  But I know you like Mac & Cheese!”


Daniel:                        “Well, not with chicken and this biscuit.”


Me:                             “Well, just eat that drumstick then.”


Daniel:                        “Where’s the BBQ sauce?”


Me:                              “The what?”


Daniel:                        “You know, they have great BBQ sauce there.”


Me:                             “Oh, I didn’t get any; they never asked.  I suppose that makes sense now because I wasn’t actually ordering chicken strips right?”


Daniel:                        “Are you kidding me?”


Me:                             “Not to worry!  We have BBQ sauce in the frigie.”


Daniel:                        “Unbelievable!”


Me:                             “Are you mad at me?  Don’t you ever make mistakes?”


Daniel:                        “No mom; I’m pretty sure that neither dad nor I would have messed this order up this way.”


Me:                             “Oh, come on.  I must get something right occasionally.”


Daniel:                        “Maybe 20% of the time; and by that I mean maybe 5% of the time or perhaps 5 times ever.”


Me:                             “Don’t you feel that you’re being a little harsh?”


Daniel:                        “No, I don’t.”


Me:                             “Do you want some macaroni and cheese? It’s pretty good.”


Daniel:                        “How many times are you going to ask me that?”


Me:                             “Ummm… I don’t know.”


Daniel:                        “Did you pick up my Differin today?” (for his skin)


Me:                               “No, I forgot.”


Daniel:                        “Mom!”


Me:                              “Hey, I’ll call right now and pick up frozen yogurt too!”


(So I give him a big smile and dial the pharmacy)


Pharmacist:     “Hello!”


Me:                  “Hi, this is Lynn MacDonald and I’d like to order more Differin for Daniel MacDonald please.”


Pharmacist:     “Just a second.  I’m sorry Mrs. MacDonald.  The prescription is out and we will have to call the Doctor tomorrow.  It’ll probably be ready then.”


Me:                  “So Daniel, the prescription is out;  I’ll pick it up tomorrow.  Did you need it today?”


Daniel:             “I needed it 3 days ago.”


Me:                  “Well, why didn’t you tell me?”


Daniel:            “I did.  I told you last week when we were at the doctors that I was out.”


Me:                  “Oh yeah, you did.  Well, you can have some tomorrow.”



So there you are!  That’s how it’s done.  Being a responsive parent is all about the details.  I’m all over that shit!


ADDENDUM:  Kevin just walked in so in lieu of an explanation I just read him this post.  After sadly shaking his head I asked him if he liked the macaroni and cheese and here’s what transpired.


Me:                  “So, it’s good macaroni and cheese isn’t it?”


Kevin:             “No.  I don’t like their macaroni and cheese?”


Me:                  “What?  You don’t?  I guess I just normally order green beans, huh?”


Kevin:             “The baked beans are my favorite thing there.”


Me:                  “Really?  I should order them.  Why don’t I?”


Kevin:             “I don’t know why you don’t Lynn.  We’ve had this conversation 5 times.”


Me:                  “What conversation?”


Kevin:             “The conversation that I tell you that I like the baked beans and then you go get me green beans.”


Me:                  “We’ve discussed this before?”


Kevin:             “Every. Damn. Time!”


Me:                  “Shit, I gotta go make an Addendum to my post.  Be right back.”



Why is there so much responsibility in the world? WHY?

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  1. karen
    March 24, 2011

    Where’s the gratitude from these guys? You fed ’em didn’t ya?

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Hahaha…EXACTLY!!!! I get so much shit around here… BEST COMMENT EVER!

  2. Name *
    March 24, 2011

    Is this a commercial for ADD meds?

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      i screw everything up…EVERYTHING!

  3. Pamela Gold
    March 24, 2011

    After all this talk, I want some chicken. And mac n cheese. And green beans. Next time, we’ll just eat the meal and they can get their own shit. I’ll bring the beer.

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Nope…just show up here. THis house is FULL OF BEER! Man, i can’t ever get anything straight. Possibly because i don’t give a shit but don’t tell them that!

  4. Karen
    March 24, 2011

    Thanks! I don’t put up with that shit at my house. When my husband complains I tell him to just eat the freakin’ chicken, just be happy I fed his butt and he doesn’t have bologna sandwiches! LOL! I’m not that mean, but come on! A little gratitude please people!
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    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Well, I barely do anything all day and very frankly, this is not an unusual situation so I’m lucky that my hubby doesn’t kill me. He puts up with a LOT!!!

  5. Theresa Sonoda
    March 24, 2011

    Oh gosh, chuckle meter on overload this morning. First, Pamela’s dang frogs and now this. You are too dang funny. I couldn’t see a thing wrong with your day. The boys are just over sensitive. That’s what it is. You just keep on doing what you’re (not) doing. Woot!

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Hahaha…ok thanks…I will!

  6. Jeanne Kusiak
    March 24, 2011


    You and Daniel make a great comedy act! btw, I think I bought some Differin for Matt. I believe he used it once and decided it was of no use, so if you ever run empty again, remember I have an almost full tube that you are welcome to.

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Thanks…I got some today. All three of my kids swear by it! I can’t encourage Daniel with this attitude though or he will have expectations.

  7. Daria @ Mom in Management
    March 24, 2011

    LOL – well I like the mac and cheese. :)

    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Me too! I thought it was good…and this is why I don’t even bother!

  8. Brittany {Mommy Words}
    March 24, 2011

    Darnit I like MAc and Cheese and I so agree – they are lucky you fed them. But wow – I think I will start to keep a list in the car of what people order because I do not want to have that conversation at all.
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    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      I have a bad habit of not really paying attention to details. Last night is the result of that habit. It was pretty funny though…well, in my opinion. The guys weren’t as amused.

  9. By Word of Mouth Musings
    March 24, 2011

    alternatively, they could learn how to cook!
    I mean I married Ian for his fab cooking skills, good looks and his cute *ss, but it was the cooking that sealed the deal :)
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    • Lynn
      March 24, 2011

      Well, Kevin can cook but he walked in from work and working out and Daniel had school and lax practice and I had….ummmm…nothing! Hahaha

  10. jillsmo
    March 24, 2011

    OMG you SUCK at this!!

    • Lynn
      March 25, 2011

      I know right? And yet, they always expect me to do things right…never happens.

  11. KLZ
    March 25, 2011

    Heh. Why don’t they know that if it were IMPORTANT you’d get it right? I mean, who cares what they eat?

    • Lynn
      March 25, 2011

      Exactly although I actually like the strips better too! Don’t tell them though

  12. Ed "Mr. Chap" Chapman
    March 25, 2011

    Weren’t they a little hard on you?
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  13. TAynC
    March 26, 2011

    OK, so…. Assuming you do actually screw things as much as you say you do…shouldn’t they be used to it by now? I should think they’d be happy you even tried — since you are such a screw-up or maybe they can go hungry next time, since you already know you will be screwing it up then you do not have to bother again. Save you all repeat conversations anyway! I hope you enjoyed your chicken in spite of them! =]

    • Lynn
      March 26, 2011

      I completely agree with you…I never understand why they put me in charge of anything!

  14. Matty
    March 27, 2011

    I don’t know where you live, but when my parents lived in Nashville, Mrs. Winner’s was a favorite of mine. Their chicken, mashed taters, baked beans and mac and cheese were the best. Haven’t had it though in years.

    Your son sounds pretty normal to me. Do them a favor and all they see is the mistake. No appreciation for the effort. Just like my kids did.
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    • Lynn
      March 27, 2011

      Hahaha…yep, I live in NC and we love Mrs. winners!!! I screw up constantly and my family loves to give me shit!

  15. Pixi
    March 28, 2011

    And I’d LOVE that dinner!! Drumsticks, macaroni & green beans are what I always order from those places. =O

    Aww, I’m gonna think now before I’m ever hard on my mom for simple mistakes.

    • Lynn
      March 28, 2011

      So I should dump my family and adopt you then because I’m underwhelmed by appreciation in this one!

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