But I was one perky mama this morning, happily making breakfast and stuffing backpacks so that I could enjoy the serenity that can only come when all of the kiddos are gone (for at least 3 hours). Not to mention that the house wouldn't look like this by 10am.(On a side note, what's the deal with "hot lava?" I mean, we've never visited Hawaii. We haven't watched any documentaries that I can remember on the subject. But Hayden and Camden constructed this-over and over and over- so that they could run from room to room without getting "burned." I remember doing the same thing with our cushions from the couch growing up. And in that case there was also a "hot lava monster" if I remember correctly. Is it programmed into kids DNA while forming in the womb? What gives with the lava?)
I have serious food issues, mixed with a personality that hates for anything to be set in stone, mixed with a lack of ability to cook more than five things....which basically translates into mealtime mayhem. I'll plan to have something and either 1. be in the mood for something else or 2. not be hungry at all, which makes me not even want to be in the kitchen or 3. something will happen that leaves me 5 minutes to get dinner cooked and on the table.
But not this year.....
Not in the most handy place, but since it won't stay on the door in the kitchen, the wall in the "office" off the kitchen is the next safest place. (project foreshadowing) The kids-and let's face it, my husband- were so excited. WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE HAVING BEFORE DINNER TIME? Mind boggling. This should create order and stability and an environment where the children feel secure. Is it really that simple? Maybe for everyone else. But instead of bliss, I feel because I get a counter full of "I don't like it"
Is it really that simple?
Maybe for everyone else.
But instead of bliss, I feel
because I get a counter full of "I don't like it"pans half full of "they taste funny to me." (FRENCH FRIES! Are you kidding me? And I even fried them since last time they were "too mushy." It's not like I'm trying to shove brussel sprouts down their throats.)
Take that back, wasting food AND whining. What am I supposed to do? They don't get to eat anything else if they don't finish, but, unfortunately, they'd rather go hungry.
So day after day, the leftover stash gets bigger and bigger (where's Efren when I need him?). So much for "eating in and saving money". What a joke.
I told Roger tonight that I should just give up. Let them eat cereal. Or toast. Or popcorn. I'm done with the dinner thing only to have only two out of five children actually enjoy mealtime (if they can, with me losing my patience and Roger doing the "you're gonna eat what your mother's prepared for you" script, bless his heart).
Mothers of impossible children, any suggestions?
And if you tell me to get some cooking lessons, so help me, I will hunt you down.