I didn't have a very good day at work yesterday, so I went home early. It was just after lunch hour and knowing that YK was at home, I called to ask if he needed lunch. He didn't pick up his phone, so I texted him. He didn't reply either.
When I got home, he came running to the door. "Did you buy lunch?"
By the time I saw unwashed dishes in the kitchen sink, I was in a foul mood. I must have yelled, "No! I kept calling and calling but you didn't answer!"
If there's one thing that he hates, it is being yelled at. His first retort was, "I put my phone to silent because I was studying for my test."
He checked his phone, "You're exaggerating. There's only 1 missed call!"
By then, I was feeling terrible and told him I had a bad day. "That doesn't mean you can take it out on me!" he stormed off to his room.
I realised he had canned mushroom soup for breakfast and canned squid for lunch. I rustled up his favourite pasta in double quick time. By the time it was ready, he was back at his desk, scribbling notes for his science test. He ate the hot lunch gratefully and we stopped getting mad at each other.
When he came down with a bad stomachache in the evening, I suspected it had everything to do with the cold canned squid. I had told the kids a million times that canned food must be heated up first before consumption. I guess he just got lazy.
Whilst he can make a mean plate of pasta, he had chosen to make a quick meal out of canned food. This happens when you leave them alone at home.