A Pinch of Love


It’s been one of those days again, where I have 5 baskets of laundry to take to the laundry mat before I pick up my prima-donna in preschool, the baby is extra cranky, and my pre-teen forgot his lunch money, again. 

So off into three different directions I go, and before I realize it, it’s already 2:30, where did the day go? And to top it all off I haven’t even had a chance to think of dinner.

Dinner in my house growing up was literally whatever we could find. It mostly consisted of cereal and breakfast for dinner. This might be why I am obsessed with breakfast to this day.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and despite the fact that it’s my favorite meal it usually comes in the form of a drive thru window because we’re always rushing out of the door.

This is my husband’s number one pet-peeve, my lack of meal preparation and always rushing. Since he grew up in a house where a mothers love was measured by meal her preparation. I had some pretty big shoes to fill, and it’s ironic because I cannot remember the last time I filled the oven with anything but homeless dishes.

Fast forward 20 years and we are at a stalemate. Our stalemate in regards to who loves the family more and who would rather cook. My husband usually steps up in this department, and he happens to be a wonderful cook. He makes almost everything from scratch, and is often quoting his secret ingredient as Love.

Are these seriously our only issues? To which I say a resounded NO, but it has taken us 8 years to almost come up with a reasonable delegation of household responsibilities.

Our plan consists of talking on Sunday morning about dinners for the week, and our ongoing commitment to eating more organic fruits and vegetables. You may have somehow guessed by this point, but I am a bit of a procrastinator, and I am not quite ready to give up all of my processed sweets. I would much rather wait until today at 2:30 to realize that my husband had already marinated chicken in the fridge, but in order to fill those illustrious aforementioned shoes I have to make more of an effort.



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