At the end of our kitchen counter sits our communication log. Most times it’s used by me to ensure the kids (and hubby) know what they are supposed to be doing. This is especially useful on days when I leave the house before the rest of the family is even thinking about rising. My kids appreciate that I do this and read it carefully every day.
Occasionally, the family needs to communicate with me – especially on days I arrive home after everyone has gone to bed.
Their requests aren’t nearly as specific and spelled out as mine.
“Fit needs gas!”
I tend to make sure everything on their list is taken care of, even if they don’t always follow through on my requests.
A few days ago, after returning home from my cleansing vacation, the log book caught my attention.
Underneath my carefully written instructions was a single word.
I looked at my hubby. “I guess all the cooking I did before I left wasn’t food.” I looked in the freezer. Yep it was all still there. The taco meat for nachos, the sloppy joe for sandwiches, the meatballs for subs, the chicken for…well, chicken.
He just shrugged his shoulders and told me he picked them up some pizzas and lunch meat from the store.
Long before sports practices, band concerts, and work schedules consumed our lives, dinnertime was much simpler. I made a meal. We all sat down and ate it.
These days, we rarely eat together. The kids have gotten used to fixing their meals when they get hungry. I try to supply them with somewhat healthy choices. Or at least unprocessed choices. But their preferences are usually the canned, bagged, or pre-cooked frozen varieties.
So often times I find them hanging on the cabinet or refrigerator doors, complaining that there is nothing to eat.
How about the chicken? I ask.
There’s meatballs…. have a sub sandwich.
I made sloppy joe meat. Heat that up.
These are foods they like! Dinners that they have requested for years!
AND I spent an afternoon cooking all these foods for them, so they’d have choices other than my usual stock of wheat bagels and eggs, spinach and oranges, salmon patties and veggies….
Yet they have the nerve to tell me there’s no food!
Well, I’m not giving up. I still plan to make dinners for them and freeze them in individual containers, because one day they will be hungry enough to actually eat what I’ve made.
Or maybe I’ll just go on a shopping strike until there really IS no food in the house.
oooh… I’m likin’ that idea….