Troubled
The Call: Piling Up — Cheryl
There are days when I just can’t be troubled to do laundry. Within a week, I inevitably regret that decision.
The Response: So, What’s for Dinner? — Jessica
As a child, I was a very picky eater. Often, after turning my nose up at another dinner, my poor frustrated mother would sigh, “I hope when you grow up you have children that never eat what you cook either.”
Fast forward a few years and I’m now troubled by that curse! My palate has matured and seasoned but now I have to cook for a picky husband and four picky children.
So, what’s for dinner? The question troubles me daily (except Thursday which is always pizza day!).
I know just what you mean — although my biggest clog in the laundry system is getting them all back upstairs and put away. ; )
I was a very picky eater as a child, too. Every time we went to a restaurant (not terribly often), my sister and I ordered french fries and chocolate milk. It drove my mom crazy. Now, I have a couple of relatively picky eaters, but for the most part, my kids (and husband) are very easy to please when it comes to meals. (But I still hate onions. Garlic or chipotle pepper flakes, on the other hand … ).
One of our summer fun things was to let each of our kids plan a meal once a week. They got to pick the day and the meal for the next week. Then had to decide what to have then check the ingredients at home and then shop for what they needed, and make it. It took a little extra time but I didn’t have to be the only one thinking of what to fix and they learned how hard it was to feed everyone with all the likes and dislikes in the family. Happy cooking!