In Which Saarah Eats Time

I’ve come up with the best excuse for missing work. Seriously, if this doesn’t get me out without being reprimanded, I don’t know what will.

We were eating supper on Monday evening, as we do most nights. The supper in question was stir fry with peanut sauce. Delicious, right? I even found purple cauliflower at the grocery store on the weekend, so I was extra optimistic that a certain daughter of mine would eat without complaining, stalling, whining, or negotiating. I wouldn’t normally purchase purple produce, as I find it a little strange, but I’ll do just about anything to get through a meal without butting heads with a very strong-willed little girl.

At one point during the meal, the lady of the house inquired as to when I’m scheduled to begin work in the morning. I told her eight o’clock. She accepted this answer, and we moved on with our lives.

Or so I thought…

“Tatte, what time do you work in the morning?” inquired Miss Saarah. While she asked this question, she sat with a mischievous grin, firmly planted on her face. In one hand was her fork with a piece of carrot, ready to be eaten(hopefully). Knowing that by answering I would be opening myself up to some sort of silliness, I proceeded with great caution.

“Eight o’Clock.”. I figured I’d be safe with this answer. There was nothing she could do that would be too tremendously distracting from the plan of getting her to finish her darn supper in a timely fashion.

“This carrot is eight o’clock.” and then she put it in her mouth and ate it. “Now you can’t go to work.”

Well I suppose not, eh? That immediately got me thinking, wondering if this excuse would work to get me out of work?

“I’m sorry, I can’t come in today as my daughter ate my start time.”

This Wednesday is Canada vs USA in women’s hockey, and that should be a tremendous game. It looks like the perfect opportunity to try out my new found excuse.

I’ll let you know how it works out. Either it works, and I get to watch the game OR I lose my job and you, lovely readers, get much more regular blog posts. It’s a win-win, unless you factor in my bank account, and that directly relates to the number of bicycles I can hope to own.

 

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6 Responses to “In Which Saarah Eats Time”
  1. sillyliss says:

    I would like to eat 8 p.m. Bedtime truly bites. : ) Saarah is so wonderful!

  2. That is fantastic. I’d be eternally grateful if you could get your daughter to eat ragtime cyclist’s 5.30am…that’s the time my boy wakes us each morning – could do with an extra hour!

    p.s. GMT, don’t forget

  3. KL says:

    I just love the things Miss Saarah says. She really is great (especially since I only have to hear the funny bits and I don’t have to be there to get her to do…stuff!) 🙂

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