Greased Laundry

When you have a large family AND are domestically challenged, a sense of humor is essential!

Finding The Kitchen

On Friday my granddaughter, Breezy, was carrying some can goods in to school to donate to the Food Bank.  I mentioned to my neighbor, David, that Breezy was struggling to carry her bookbag because of the weight of the canned goods.  David said he was unaware that the kids were asked to bring in donations.

 

David went on to say that they had lots of stuff that they could have donated because his wife, Michelle, had  recently decided that she should take up grocery shopping.  (A job he normally does.)  He went on to say that Michelle had also recently taken up cooking.  But, that she still needed help finding the kitchen sometimes.

 

Of course, me being me, a somewhat jaded, much OLDER housewife,      I couldn't help but think that I needed to have a talk with Michelle!   Help finding the kitchen?  Michelle, you need to do as I do...demand a Yahoo map with directions to the kitchen, then swear that the last two turns were wrong, as usual.   (Of course, I have no problem finding the kitchen to get my coffee...I guess my sense of direction improves  when the coffee is brewing. Go figure.)

 

I recall one week where I cooked at least 3 times.  By then I had reached the limits of my domestic-ness.  But wanting my kids to at least temporarily think that I was turning into a "June Cleaver, dinner-on-the-table-every-night-mother"  on the 4th night,  I actually asked them what they wanted for dinner.  They voted for hamburgers and french fries.   Because I care... I promptly sent Jack to Burger King to fetch it for them!

 

What I am trying to say, Michelle, is that learning to cook is fine. We do have to eat afterall.  The mistake is in letting your family know that you CAN cook.  If they know, then they EXPECT  that you will be cooking dinner for them.   So if you must cook, do it only 2-3 times a week...that way it seems as you are giving them a "treat" because they are so special!   And on the 3rd or 4th day...send David to BK.

 

:)

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There was a time when I

There was a time when I absolutely hated having to cook dinner every night. Now however, I enjoy cooking. Since I'm home first, and Rhett isn't the greatest cook anyway, I do the cooking in our house. I have to admit, it's really nice to see him enjoy what I've made, and it's even nicer to hear him tell me and anyone else who will listen what a wonderful cook I am. I guess the difference is that he appreciates me cooking for him while those before him did not. While we enjoy an occasional dinner out, it's nice to put a meal on the table, sit down together, and talk about our day while we eat.

You sure do

have it made! By the way...what time is dinner? ...just in case I don't feel like cooking? LOL

Dinner at my house

My husband cooks because by the time I get home from work he is starving and doesn't want to wait until I get home and then start to cook. So I guess I have it made huh? LOL

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