Disappointment of the Greatest Order

It feels like the ultimate betrayal.

You were the one slaving over the hot stove last night. You were the one who dished out plates of just enough but not too much. You were the one spooning leftovers into Rubbermaid containers and putting them in the fridge. Maybe, just maybe, you were also the one who had to do the late-night dishes.

So why is it that this morning, freshly showered and well-rested from a long night of sleep, you're the one standing with the refrigerator door open, gazing eagerly into the vast white interior, only to find that the Rubbermaid container you're searching for is not to be found? Well, it's not to be found inside the refrigerator. A further search of the kitchen reveals the very same Rubbermaid container, now devoid of its contents of leftover fried rice, reposing calmly in the sink.

Someone had been awake in the night. Someone had been hungry. Someone had eaten the savory breakfast that you'd counted on. And that someone wasn't you.

Right now you are faced with a moment of decision. You love leftover fried rice....but you also love the Someone. This doesn't have to be a bad day, just because you didn't get the breakfast you wanted. Tears won't get your fried rice back. To be fair, you didn't actually tell him that you had mentally reserved the leftovers for breakfast. Don't be bitter about such a small sacrifice. Bite your tongue, and consider it a lesson in maturity: you don't live on your own anymore, you can't argue that all food in the house belongs to you and not him.  Besides--you're pretty sure Someone didn't have enough time to eat all the leftover chocolate chip cookies from the grocery store bakery, too. One or two of those will be enough to make up for the loss of a little fried rice, won't they?