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 . . .
13 comments:
LOL, she'll figure it out.
Good luck on all the school stuff.
And most importantly you don't have to do it all by yourself, that's the best part of having a spouse. You have someone to share the load with, even if you have to explain the cooking everyday thing to them. ;)
Every. single. day.
Keeping a family fed - especially one with a growing boy - is just relentless.
What? The family needs to be fed? I missed that memo...
It's awesome that Mom #2 has been stepping up to help!
It is SO the thought that counts here, right??? The meal thing is such a stressor. When are we EVER going to get those little meal pills that the Jetsons promised us all those years ago??? ;)
ROFL!! Funny how the family wants to eat every day... sometimes more than once?!?!?
Peace
Okay, I didn't want to believe it. So I got out the dictionary and looked up FAILURE.
And I was right. Your picture is NOT next to the definition.
:)
When my kids used to ask for food, I would respond with, "Didn't I feed you yesterday?"
I was totally going to ask if I start whining too do you think she would come and cook for me? LOL! But I think I'll wait till you have her trained better! This posts reminds me of my other half, when he cooks, it requires loads of praise and oh how wonderful you are! When anyone else cooks it means my kitchen gets trashed and I have to clean it. So much easier to do it myself! sigh..
Cooking dinner... oh, some days I'm just not there. Last night I dug through the fridge and cobbled together a grilled chicken salad, plopped down some whole grain sourdough bread and fresh fruit. If I thought I could get away with less than that, I probably would!
At least it's produce season and we can run out to the garden and grab something, right?
Ha ha! Well, I have to admit, (ducking my head,) Mom#2 sounds a lot like me!
Girl, you are speaking to the choir. I hate to say it but sometimes dinner will consist of a quickly thrown together sandwich with some pretzels. Hey, a meal is a meal right? LOL!!
Hey - hope everyone is still eating over there! We're missing your updates and even though we understand about being busy, we're hoping for a bit of news soon...
I HATE and DETEST making dinner every night. Husband usually does it - mostly because if it was up to me, we'd have spagetti every night and he gets tired of it.
I've got an award for you over at my place. Check it out and then tell us all about how school is going! We miss you! :)
I have a hard time giving up tasks too, even when I want to. I can't help it, no one does them as good as I do and I just have to redo them anyway. Sigh. We're just too good for our families. Oh, and I whine a lot around here too. Which then I turn into a lot of "wine" at bedtime. Not the healthiest plan, but it feels good.
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