When my whole family is home I cook a lot. Like, a lot a lot. We almost never eat dinner out, at least not as a family. Taking two 5-year-olds out in public after 5 PM is not my idea of fun. I’m sure no other diners want sugar packets pegged at their heads or “MY BUTTCHEEKS” yelled in their ears while they are eating.
Evening diners of America, you’re welcome.
But lately, things have been different. We’ve been busy. Between soccer, t-ball, and my life – I hardly have time to cook a real dinner, much less sit down and eat it. These days we do a lot of ”whatever.”
Whatever is what’s for dinner.
It’s not that I never cook, I cook – we just don’t wind up eating. On Saturday I made crockpot taco chicken and cilantro lime coleslaw. We had soccer in the morning and a birthday in the afternoon. My plan was for us to come home and eat together. As a family.
Instead, John went to a barbecue with his soccer team. Taryn, the boys and I went to the party and ate pizza. That left me with a crock pot full of chicken and a container of coleslaw, and no one to eat it.
On Sunday we had our church picnic, so we ate lunch late. I don’t remember what everyone ate for dinner. Maybe nothing?
Yesterday I made chili. But the boys had a t-ball game, John went to watch a soccer game, and Taryn went to a movie with her friends. At 7:30 the boys ate. Taryn ate around 8:30. I don’t think John ate at all.
Tonight before I took John to soccer practice, a half hour drive from home and conveniently at 6:30 PM, he asked “what’s for dinner?”
“You know, whatever. Taryn is gone for the night, we have to leave at 6 for practice, by the time the boys and I get back it will be after 7 and you won’t be home until 8:30. Eat whatever, whenever you get here.”
The boys had ramen noodles. Healthy, I know.
I had this
Leftovers from Saturday, Sam Adams, and TV. I’m pretty sure John isn’t going to eat anything. Taryn’s lucky – a real mom cooked for her tonight.