What's for dinner honey?
Are you going to call or should I?

June 2, 1999

First I'd like to thank all of you for tuning in. I know you came on Chuck's referral but I hope you'll find these pages interesting enough to keep coming back in on your own.

And a really big thank you to those who took time from their very busy schedules to send me some e-mail. I'm a slut for the stuff, but point in fact, doing this journal thing is very much like being in a vacuum and the feedback helps.

Frankly, I think I'm much more interesting when I'm ranting about something, but I don't get mad about stuff every day. OK, well there's usually something that pisses me off, but it's certainly not always journal material.

One of the most oft asked questions around here is, "What's for dinner?" The second most popular question would be, "What do you want for dinner?"

When originally decided I wanted to do this site I was going to include a little side bar column called What's Cooking, where I'd inform you, oh so interested readers, what gourmet feast I prepared for dinner that night. The reality is it's more gourmand, and sometimes nothing at all, but I still might do it.

FYI: last night we had linguini with clam sauce. It was terrible cuz the pasta got overcooked. Right at ZERO HOUR the queen of all she surveys (Zoe) was in crisis so I had to stop what I was doing and go attend to her every need. This time she was thirsty. So, the pasta sat too long in the sauce and poof, another dinner at the mercy of a toddler.

If I do say so myself, I'm a good cook. I'm creative and not afraid to try new recipes. I like a lot of different foods. I do have a few that are on my Won't Eat Them Under Any Circumstances list, but there are so few that I feel it is OK to really indulge myself.

I have a family of good eaters. Chuck will try virtually anything once, in spite of the fact that he comes from a real meat and potatoes background. And Zoe will also eat almost anything though she is partial to fruits, veggies, yogurt, and pizza.

A few minutes ago Chuck asked, what's for dinner. My response, "Oh, are you hungry?" OK, stupid response. Clearly the man must be hungry if he's asking what I'm making, but the reality is I'm not very hungry and it was the best I could do in a tight spot.

It's like this. . .some days I just don't feel like cooking. Zoe always gets fed, generally something delicious and nutritious, sometimes not so much. Unless the three of us eat together though, the day goes a little something like this:

  • Get up.
  • Baby wrangle (if Chuck is working that day, if he's not, it's all I can do anyway to wrangle myself).
  • Drive about 45 minutes, about 15 miles, to get to work.
  • Work all day fixing things that are broken, almost broken, or aren't broken but should be fixed anyway.
  • Drive about 45 minutes to get home (by 6:15 if I'm lucky).
  • Spend a few minutes with my beloved family.
  • Cook something for Zoe and negotiate with her to eat it.
  • Get Zoe bathed (as needed), teeth brushed, hair brushed, and ready for bed.
  • Argue with Zoe about wearing PullUps to bed vs. panties and the reminder discussion about making pee pee in bed at night.
  • Read stories to Zoe.
  • Tuck her in (hopefully it's not too much past 8:00 now--her bedtime).
  • Negotiate for the next 45 minutes why she really needs to go to sleep.
  • Decide what Chuck and I are going to have for dinner.
  • Prepare said dinner.
  • Eat dinner.
  • Now it's somewhere around 9:30.
  • Spend the next 1 1/2 hours relaxing.
  • 11:00--go to bed.
  • Get up start the whole thing over again.

Don't let me make it sound like I do it all cuz Chuck does help, a lot, but it's a lot to do even for two people who are usually extremely tired, and have no time to really unwind from their days. If we're all eating together the coming home from work time until the Zoe bed time are a bit busier but the fare is simpler and by 8:00 ish I'm done.

So tonight Chuck probably heated up some burritos and I'll maybe have something later though I had a huge lunch and I'm not too hungry.

Often on nights when he get's the type of response from me to his dinner question as he got tonight, we get fast food or delivered food. The big questions when that dilemma arises are: from where, who's going, and who's buying. I will openly confess now to all who read that Chuck is the one who usually ends up going. If I can act pathetic enough I can usually get him to do my bidding.

I remember when I was a kid my mom, who worked full time, cooked a complete dinner. Every night. She had three kids. I don't know how she did it.

Until next time. . .