What's for dinner?

This morning I sent Michael an email with two options for dinner: french toast or tacos. He emailed back saying he always loves breakfast. So french toast it is.

At lunch, he says it would be easier to do tacos and asked if I would prep the meat. No problem I say.

When he gets home, he looks around the kitchen and asked where the meat is. I say, I thought we were having french toast. No, he reminds me, we changed plans at lunch but no big deal he'll make french toast.

I leave and go pick up the girls at gymnastics. Grace is starving so she asks, whats for dinner? Tacos, I tell her, beginning a large discussion (read complaining) on how we always have tacos on gymnastics night.

Guess who was most surprised when we got home to french toast and bacon. Yep, me.

This going to be a very long and confusing pregnancy!