Dear Kids, Mom Quits!

Sanity? What sanity?

Not today my friends!

I had all intentions of doing some type of fancy schmancy dinner recipe for you guys today. The type that makes your eyes happy and drool form in your mouth. Something slow roasted and covered in a pan sauce. Yum!

But, guess what. Somewhere shortly after waking up life happened. I bet you’ve been in the same pickle.

My son told me On… The… Way… to school that he had early dismissal. It’s 5 minutes ’til 8,  and I’m just now finding out I have to be back at school to pick him up at 11. Great!

Then there was football, track, and gift shopping for a birthday party tomorrow. Yup, just found out about today too. I swear my kids are more social than any adult I know.

All of this driving around took a toll on my patience. I’m ready to throw in the towel. I quit!

“Nope, we aren’t there yet.”

“If you kick me seat one more time!”

“Don’t wipe your nose on that!”

“Why are you crying now?”

“Don’t make me pull this care over!”


“Yes, I know you’re hungry.”

“No, you are not literally starving.”

“NO! Do we look like we are there?

I’m starting to think that any car with a backseat should automatically be equipped with one of those nifty roll-up windows that limos have.


Anyway, back to the story at hand. It’s now dinner time, and I haven’t the slightest idea what’s going to end up on the table.

I guess I can whip something up from the pantry. Canned Sketti-O’s? Let’s see… Maybe I can…?

Well, crap! (I think I might have said a different four letter word). I’ve been so busy running around like a madwoman that I forgot to go to the grocery store.

Alright, I can do this. Think. Monica. Think. I suppose we can go old school. I know I have the ingredients for one of my childhood favorites.

“NO! You can’t have a snack!” 

Yes! That’s it. I know what’s for dinner. Cheese Toast. Sliced white bread and processed American cheese food. Nothing fancy here except the plate and that’s only because were out of paper ones too.

“Mu–ooooohm. I’m hungry. Are we ever gonna eat?”

I preheated the oven to 350 degrees. Unwrapped a few slices of (questionable) cheese and lay it on the bread. No butter, oil or anything. Just white bread and crappy cheese. I let it stay in the oven until the cheese bubbled up and the edges of the bread got all crusty.




Ta-da! Dinner’s done.

I can’t believe it. After all the stress, unexpected wrenches and chaos I managed to squeeze in a (cringe-worthy) home-cooked meals. And guess what. The kids loved it. They said it was the best thing I’ve made in a while. (Maybe that’s a compliment. I’m still not sure.)

My family is proof that it doesn’t matter what you cook. Fancy high-quality ingredients don’t mean anything to kids. They just want to eat.

It’s important to remember that no matter how hectic the day, spending some quality time around the dinner table with your loved ones is what life is all about.

Try forgetting for just a moment that you have to be a grown-up. Instead ask your kids how their day was. You never know, you might end up felling appreciated as a parent.

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