"I WANT THE OTHER SIDE!"

Since I have not been grocery store this week we have been cleaning out the fridge, freezer and pantry for lunch and dinners. Today I decided that we should head to Subway for a nice change. I went in to this idea with good intentions but lets just say it did not END that way. I even planned ahead and asked the boys what they wanted before we even got our shoes on to head out. Their response, "the same thing I always get".

We of course waited until 12:15 before we left the house and you KNOW we cannot get out of the house without a fight. You know, who opens the door, who is the first one out the door then who shuts the house door and once we are outside we have to argue over who is going to get in the car first. Then who is going to sit in what seat and who did what last and WHO THE *&$^%&$* CARES! GET IN, SIT DOWN, BUCKLE UP AND ZIP YOUR LIPS AND NO I AM NOT TURNING ON THE MOVIE,CAN MOMMY'S CHEEKS HIT THE LEATHER BEFORE I GET SLAMMED WITH DEMANDS PLEASE!!!

I personally think that ZIP YOUR LIPS needs to be first so that way there can be no arguing, but then it might just get physical and that would be an entire other ball game folks. I really think I am going to print a sign and post it on the garage door at the boys eye level so they can read it EVERY single time they have to walk out the door. Better yet I should make them read it out loud before the door can open and maybe that will beat them down like their fighting does me EVERY single time we have to get in the truck.

Sorry, back on track now... Subway. I will set the scene. 12:15 on a Friday, three tables are occupied and 5 customers in front of me. We are in line, I am holding Sophia and of course she is squirming to get down but I will not let her. I look down and I kid you not, a good quarter of my boob (wearing a bra of course) is hanging out the side of my arm hole because Sophia is pulling my shirt, I get that put away and then she proceeds to push on BOTH of my boobs and laughs. I was about to hold out my hand for money seeing as how the "worker" guys were getting a pretty good laugh from it. So glad they were amused, since I was not. :) The boys are bumping each other with their butts and of course telling one another to stop and both kept doing it. There are now a good 7 people behind us and I am sweating out EVERY pore of my body while praying that another , worker will pop out of the back, put on those overly large plastic gloves and kindly ask if they can help the next customer. Well, that NEVER happened.

Finally, it was our turn. I ordered two foot long spicy italian on white. My plan was to have the boys pick out what they want on their half of the sandwich, like we do EVERY time we go there. I tell the lady what I would like on my half and then Sophia's half, I then ask Jonah what he would like. It is now Luke's turn... and here is where it gets good folks. As if it were possible for me to sweat anymore at this point I am pretty sure they were going to need to get the mop! I bend down and ask Luke what he would like on his sandwich and he has the blank stare on his face and you know exactly what is coming with that look... wait for it..... tears people! I asked him one more time and then even gave him specifics on what he could have. The tears flowed and all he could say was, "I want the other side, I want the other side". Surely he does not want the poor worker to turn the sandwich around. I ask him one more time and remind him that ALL the people behind him are waiting for him to decide, all the while Sophia is picking up every bag of chips in her reach. He continues to cry and say that he wants the other side, I finally tell her to wrap it up and we are done. He continues on and she opens the sandwich and he continues to say the other side. I signal her to wrap it up, he is fine. Of course he starts kicking the counter and yelling he wants the other side, he wants the other side. HE WANTS THE OTHER SIDE people, whatever that means.

We finally get out the front door and to the car, I crank the air up and take a breath and ask Luke what he meant by "the other side". I really should have just thrown the car in drive and gunned it. He is now arching his back, kicking the seat and saying, "the other side" over and over again. I asked him to explain to me what the other side was and he said, "you know, the side by the chips". HUH? No, mommy does not know. Jonah chimes in and says that he gets it, he wanted the side by the chip rack. Ohhhhhh, NOW I get it...... NOT! What am I not getting folks???

THE LIGHT IS ON AND SOMEONE IS HOME! Luke finally tells me that he wanted what he always gets. I reminded him that I got him the spicy italian with the salami and pepperoni like he always gets and he just looked at me as if there was no problem at all. Now, it hits me, right up the side of the head "the other side" I get it now, he thought that I did not put meat on the sandwich so when I asked him what he wanted on the sandwich we were already passed

"the other side" where the meat was and he could not see the meat on the sandwich. He wanted "the other side" of the veggies. There was my ah ha moment!

We got home and sat down and enjoyed our spicy italian sandwich, just like we always get!