As it turns out, I'm a glorified short order cook in our house and it is not without its challenges.
It was just a couple of hours ago...The time was 12:20 p.m., roughly 2 1/2 hours after a rather late breakfast. "I'm starving," Rosanne announced. "I'd like a tuna melt for lunch and don't dillydally -- I'm really hungry."
Typically slow to react, I paused for a second to consider her request (order?). "Get going," she barked, "And while you're at it get me an ice cream cone to tide me over. If I don't eat right away, I'm going to be sick."
Now, I readily admit to being an enabler when it comes to facilitating my wife's food cravings and spontaneous needs -- that's part of her/our trouble. But ice cream to tide her over til lunch in about 15-minutes time?
I pretended not to hear her.