My dinner

A few days ago, this was my dinner.  At 9:30pm.  Yes, sad I know.  The rest of the family had already eaten out and I had gotten home late.  I work 8am – 5pm – most of the time unless I have to go in early or stay late : )  So when I get home, its GO time.  Well, if I go home.  Now that its basketball season, we have two daughters cheering; one in high school and the other in middle school.  The middle school games are Mondays and Thursdays.  The high school games are Tuesdays and Fridays.  Wednesday nights are church where I teach a children’s class each week.  Then after we finally get home, its homework, cooking, laundry, baths (for the 2 year old) and reading/bedtime routine (again – 2 year old).  It kind of makes me dizzy even typing this.  People say parents need to take time for themselves…….when?  I guess my “me” time is between 11 and 12 at night when I blog : )

So back to my dinner.  I was also in the middle of a sinus infection, thus the medication.  The real sadness of the meal was that I ate the ham and cheese right out of the bag – yes just tore off pieces of ham and ate, then ate handfuls of shredded cheese.  No plate.  No bread.  Just eating ham and cheese with my hands like I live in the jungle.  I was sooo hungry that I didn’t care!  I am sure I was a sight to see – shoveling all this in my mouth with my hands!  Glad no one was around to watch : )

The moral of this tale is: don’t expect a gourmet meal if you come over to my house – especially on a week night.  You may be offered sandwich fixings, pickles, olives, cereal, boiled eggs, or an apple.  So if this is your idea of a great meal, come on over!  I promise the company and conversation will be much better than the food! : )  You probably wouldn’t call me a “foodie.”  I am more of a “eat-odd-combinations-of-food-just-for-survival” kind of girl.

I tried to like cooking for a while.  Truth is….I just don’t.  I LOVE to eat!  However, food tastes SO much better to me when someone else fixes it.  Even if its just a sandwich.  I know this must be psychological, but its true.  Its just me and I have finally accepted it.  I am not Betty Crocker, Rachel Ray or any of the other chefs.  So today, I am my own favorite for finally coming to terms with this.  Its not that I can’t cook – I just don’t enjoy it or have any real desire to do it.  Cooking does not bring me joy.  Eating does.  However, I do have some dishes that I can make that are really good and my kids ask for.  Problem is, I make these out of obligation/guilt/love for my children, and not for the enjoyment of cooking.  All I can think is – poor husband when the kids fly the nest!!!

Daily tally:

Avery 0/-1, Brooke 0/0,  Kate 1/0, Me 1/0

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8 thoughts on “My dinner

  1. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, right? I know what you mean, I have 3 kids and my life is whirlwind. What I do is cook a big pot of something on a certain day, say on Monday, and we eat whatever I cooked for two or three days. When that’s over, I cook another big pot of something else. And that’s how it goes. If someone complains about the menu, I tell them they’re not a restaurant! lol

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  2. “Like I live in the jungle” That was funny! You do what you gotta do to survive. As of yet, we’re not this busy so I have time to cook (plus I really do enjoy it). But I would do the same thing you did, eat whatever I could get my hands on that was edible and get into me the best way I know how. Thanks for the laugh 🙂

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    1. Thanks so much for stopping by and reading! I feel bad sometimes that we drag out two year old to all these things – we never do with the big girls- but I don’t think we have much of a choice. Poor thing- she doesn’t know what normal family life is like. At two weeks old she was at a varsity football game. Unfortunately she is like me and eats whatever she can get her hands on😁

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