Eat Much?

Well, it turns out I'm officially a failure.

I'll admit that I've been a little high strung with research, writing, re-writing and studying in the big push for the final week of the summer semester.  Add that to supporting Baby Boy in his college classes, my usual CEO of the household duties, and overwhelmed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.  Yes, I'm a little high strung.  So high strung in fact that Mom #2 voluntarily offered to take over the family cooking duties for me. 

People in this house don't volunteer for chores.  Don't get me wrong.  Chores do happen.  Regularly.  But extra chores?  Voluntarily?  Those simply do not happen.  So I'm not sure where this came from.  All I can say is that I either look a disaster, the food coming from my kitchen must be gross, or my loud and persistent whining and complaining must be getting on her nerves.  One of those, I'm sure. 

Anyway, I felt awful.  It really gut-punched me that I appear to need help.  I like doing it all.  Well, I like the idea of doing it all.  I actually hate to cook.  Even though I do.  Every.  Single.  Day. So reluctantly, (wink wink) I accepted her offer.  She can cook the meals.    

That was on Friday.  Fast forward to Monday. 

Imagine my surprise when I emerged from my research den about 30 minutes 'till dinner time and Mom #2 was sitting in her chair with her feet up and there was no aroma of delicious food coming from the kitchen.  When I inquired "what's for dinner" I kid-you-not she looked at me like I had grown another head.  Then she had the nerve to say "we don't have anything to cook, let me go to the store." 

Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Mom #2 enjoys cooking under very specific circumstances:  when she has the day off, when  she sees an interesting recipe she wants to try on the Food Network, or when her Mom tries a new recipe and she wants to outdo her.  She doesn't really understand the day-to-day cooking that has to happen so that the people in this house don't starve. 

Yes, the family has to be fed every day. 

After I gave her a quick inventory on how food works, she did manage to throw together a scrumptious meal.  Now she knows how it feels to be Mom #1. 

Get it together, Missy!


Until next time . . .

Who I Am

This week Obi-Mom Kenobi posted about knowing who you are, who you aren't, and who you are becoming.  I had so much fun reading and relating to her list, that I thought I'd do one of my own:

• I am an unapologetic lover of all dogs
• I am more of an audio book listen-to-er than an actual reader
• I am content to call the house clean without mopping the kitchen floor
• I am a free-range parent on the outside who screams bloody murder on the inside
• I am sort of a hippie who does occasionally shave the pits but never the legs
• I am anxiously watching my Baby Boy become Big Boy/Young Man
• I am a nervous yet excited second chance college student
• I am the kind of guest who always shows up late, but will enthusiastically help with the clean-up
• I am an enthusiastic wearer of make up, especially mascara, my own private paradise
• I am anal about schedules, organization, structure and order
• I am addicted to text messaging
• I am in total and complete love with the beach 
• I am the kind of person who cannot sleep with dirty dishes in the sink

• I am not a natural or joyous cook
• I am not a good hostess
• I am not interested in talking on the telephone - ever
• I am not ever going to be thin (apparently)
• I am not good at math (this may be a problem next semester)
• I am not comfortable "going with the flow"
• I am not comfortable without a functioning high-speed internet connection

• I am hopefully becoming a more loving Mom, Spouse, Daughter, Sister, and Friend . . . everyday

So . . . what are you?  What aren't you?  What are you becoming?


Tell me about it.



Until next time . . .