I am gonna make a declaration to the world of mommies out there. There is one thing that I hate the MOST about being married with children. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate!!!!
The question What are we having for dinner? is the most despised question of my life. If I had my choice I would abolish dinner completely. I hate being responsible for it. I hate trying to figure it out. I despise preparing it. I just can’t seem to do it well.
Have I mentioned the fact that I really dont like dinner time?
There is a reason I never became a teacher I lack creativity. The same thing applies to dinner at my house I am so not creative.
Part of the problem is that I have the most ridiculous pantry. Ive got stuff in there that doesnt go with anything. I dont even know why I bought it or where it came from. For example: Ramen noodles, cream corn, cranberry sauce, rice vinegar, marshmallow cream, refried beans, pears, capers, roasted red peppers and water chestnuts. I suppose that could be combined to make a dish I know my kids wouldnt eat it. (Not that those children eat ANYTHING I fix.) Im pretty certain that my husband wouldnt either.
I wish dinner was more like breakfast. That I can do. Woo hoo! Cereal for everyone! Omeletes for all! Chocolate chip pancakes, baby
I am definitely good at breakfast.
Dinner, being at the end of a long workday, just seems like more of a hassle. Besides that fact It is important to note that I dont actually make ONE dinner. Oh no, that would be too easy. I make two. (Because I am not actually a mom. I am more like a walking restaurant with entrée options.) I make two because the kids wont eat what we eat. They only eat kid food. And we only eat healthy food. So that is a big problem.
My husband does get on me about the two dinner thing. I know it is wrong. It is just that I want them to EAT and GAIN WEIGHT for goodness sake! They look like they are from a third world country already. (So not kidding here.)
So that is my confession. Dinner + Jennifer = disaster.
So be sure to think of me every night around 5pm. There is a pretty good chance that I will be in my kitchen having a panic attack.