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!!!!

DINNER.

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 don’t 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. I’ve got stuff in there that doesn’t go with anything. I don’t 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 wouldn’t eat it. (Not that those children eat ANYTHING I fix.) I’m pretty certain that my husband wouldn’t 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 don’t 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 won’t 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.