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 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.