it was dinner time and dh was heating up some frozen turkey meatballs for the kids. i was doing a load of laundry and trying to get stuff to pack for our trip tomorrow. then DH tells me that someone from work tried to call him, and he that he has to go into his office for a bit. Right after that i hear the microwave beep, and the kids are in the learning tower, pointing to the microwave and begging for their meatballs. so i take the plate out, cut them up (they are steaming hot, i burn myself a little while cutting them), let them cool down and give each one a few pieces. I go back and start doing more laundry while the kids gobble up the meatballs the Learning Tower.
then a minute or so later DH walks in and is like "Did you give the kids these meatballs!!?? "And basically reams me out in front of the kids, about how i "might have poisoned them." How they weren't done, they were only 120 degrees and not 160 as the package says.
Are you freaking.kidding.me. The effing meatball was hot to the touch, our kids are not going to die because of a g*damn pre-cooked turkey meatball. I don't take the temperature of every single thing i feed the kids.
Anyway, way to make a mama feel great, DH. Even after 3 years of SAHMing i apparently don't know how to feed my kids properly. Yet i'm the one you blow up at. Of course no one in your family is ever reamed out...not your dad who has given DS soda (coke) and lollipop well before he was 2 years old, and when I mentioned re: the lollipop "Isn't it a choking hazard?" he asked his Mom and she was like "oh it should be okay." and that was the end of that. Yes, DH. Apparently your wife makes all the mistakes.