A while back I was privy to a conversation in which two of my shall-remain-nameless friends were discussing how disappointing and, well, they were just going to say it: ANNOYING! it is when they get home from work and their spouses do not have dinner ready. PERHAPS this conversation made me feel slightly guilty. PERHAPS I am thinking about this because 1) I did not have dinner ready when Phillip came home tonight and 2) I kind of stopped making dinner because I, uh, didn't feel like eating it. Oh and 3) PHILLIP took over dinner prep (although we still didn't make dinner. I think he just snacked on the roast chicken and then put it away.)
Full Disclosure! These aforementioned friends were one guy and one girl, their respective spouses do not work and neither couple has children. Make of that what you will.
EITHER WAY. I consider it part of my job to get dinner ready, though not the MOST important part of my job. Well, if I'm being totally honest, if I get Actual Dinner, like with hot food and vegetables and plates and napkins and everything, ready by the time Phillip walks in the door? That is a WIN, folks. That is an ACCOMPLISHMENT. Because really, Family Dinner is not much of a reality in our house. I mean, half the time the kids ate at five and are just eating all over again with us. Or they don't want to eat what we're eating. Or it's just too much hassle for whatever reason and you know what? I have stopped berating myself for Failed Family Dinners every time I read a blog post about how important it is to have Family Dinner. I have! Honest! I have given myself a big fat break.
But sometimes I can pull it off! And it's awesome! And no matter what, Phillip and I still have to eat, right? So I write up menus and then I actually cook what's scheduled for that night (I DO!) and eventually it gets eaten.
Just not tonight. I couldn't deal. Know why? It's hot. I know. Lamest excuse EVER. It's not even THAT HOT. But our kitchen just bakes and we're all sweaty and gross and food just doesn't sound good tonight. Well, certain kinds of food sound good. Like ice cream. Mmmm.
Anyway. Do you feel like Dinner is part of your job? Like, enough so you feel slightly guilty when it doesn't happen? Maybe this is more of a question for the SAHMs in the crowd. I can't IMAGINE how you do dinner when both of you are working. Chicken nuggets for everyone!
Oh gosh, I just reread that paragraph and realized I make it sound like us SAHMs are sitting around reading People while the kids watch Elmo all day long. Like we aren't working too. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, RIGHT? Oh gosh, I should just shut up while I'm ahead.
In other news! Today I bought some construction paper and three kinds of sticker sheets. I drew extremely anal-retentive one-inch squares all over this piece of paper and labeled it JACK'S POTTY CHART. Then I taped it right next to the toilet in his bathroom. I informed him that we would no longer be gorging ourselves on marshmallows every five minutes - STICKERS are now the potty treat.
And wouldn't you know, this actually WORKED! I mean, there was still a bit of whining for a potty treat and he still wants a PAAAHHHHTTY treat and he still gets to have a PAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWTTTTTTYYYY TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. But I was Firm and Unmoving and he really likes those stickers. There are 56 squares on that chart and I am not entirely clear on what we'll do when they're all filled up. However! I am not worried about it! We'll figure something out. And for now, the sticker is the treat. The end.
(Also, he wakes up dry more often than not. And wears underpants during quiet time, which this week has meant honest to God napping. I KNOOOOOOOOW!)
And now is where I tell you that I have a thousand things to do tonight and none of them involve Writing Ridiculous Blog Posts. LATER.