4 dentist appointments down, 1 more dentist and 3 pediatrician appointments to go...
Actually the 5th dentist appointment (Zach's) was suppose to be today too but at about 2:30 this morning, he woke me up saying "Mom, I puked in my bed." Flu bug 6, Flecks 1 (Greg's still holding out).
I didn't sleep well after the clean up, I had nightmares about car accidents and a group of panthers attacking the children. Sometimes I wish I didn't dream.
There was something I was going to write about today and I'm struggling to remember what it was...
Oh! Groceries and dinner. Basically after 10 years of doing both, I want to quit. There goes my Super Mom Award, huh? Greg refuses to pick up the slack (something about traveling and working 50+ hours a week at a difficult job). So I finally ordered groceries online this morning. Shopping with Kyle and Kelly has just been too stressful (as in I want to jam an ice pick in my temples every time) and I hate going at night. Safeway is scheduled to deliver tomorrow even though they said if you order before 9:30am, you can get same day. I finished up my order at 9:13am and there weren't any time slots available for today. Oh well, we'll just have mac-n-cheese and leftover chicken for dinner tonight. Or Cheerios, I have like 4 boxes of Cheerios.
Speaking of dinner... My biggest complaint about dinner in this household is that getting everyone to eat one offering is like trying align all the planets with my bare hands. I don't even really have picky eaters, it's more like they just want to be disagreeable. Like Pluto. No one knows what Pluto's deal is anymore. Is it a planet? Or a big rock with an odd orbit? Will they eat chicken on the bone? Or does it have to be boneless skinless chicken breasts?
For example, take something as simple as a pb&j sandwich. Zach doesn't like peanut butter or bread (although sometimes he'll eat a sandwich if I take the crusts off which I hate to do). Emily and Ally like white bread. Kyle and Kelly like wheat bread. Or maybe it's the other way around (I think they change often too just to spite me). Greg likes double the peanut butter and one slice folded over at a time. They are slowly driving me insane...
I know once upon a time I suggested cooking two meals as a way to deal with picky eaters. But it's gotten out of hand here because it seems like I'm cooking 4 meals nightly. The main meal which gets rejected by 5 out of 7 people, a second item rejected by 3 out of 5, a third option (usually the wonky pb&j sandwiches mentioned above) for those last 3, and then a fourth "extra" food for Greg because either dinner wasn't enough or it wasn't what he was really hungry for. Yeah, I'm a pushover wife like that, so sue me.
But it all ends tonight! Well actually tomorrow night since the groceries won't be here today. The stress of grocery shopping and making meal plans has just become too much for me lately and since I can't quit (seriously, could we just hire a chef?), I need to make some changes and compromises. What's that saying about momma being happy?
The New House Rule: If you don't like it, you can make yourself a pb&j sandwich or a bowl of cereal (mostly for Zach). Even Kelly can make pb&j sandwiches. On my end of the deal, I promise to make meals that at least half (4 out of 7) like and try new meals sparingly with a decent back-up plan (chicken nuggets or something). Cause this isn't a restaurant. And while eating at a restaurant every night would be a good solution, neither my bank account or jean size could handle it.
If the new rules don't work, I think we'll just quit eating all together and donate the grocery budget to some nice family in a 3rd world country. I'm sure they won't mind if the chicken was boneless or not.
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