Happy Mother’s Day!
I got a wonderful surprise gift from Mother Nature today, rain! Last night we had a lovely thunder storm and this morning it is cool and cloudy and we’ve had more rain fall. Pretty rare this time of year and I love it! Thank you Mother Nature.
Every year what I truly want for Mother’s Day is to not have to think about dinner. I am responsible for dinner 364 days a year. This doesn’t necessarily mean I cook dinner every night, yet somehow I am responsible for the fact of dinner.
It is 100% up to me to plan dinner be it cooking, leftovers, eating out or throwing a frozen pizza in the oven. If we go out 90% of the time I have to pick the restaurant.
I want one night where I don’t have to think about dinner at all except to eat it. I want to be told we are going to such and such place at whatever time. Period. No thinking involved on my part.
It won’t happen of course. And yes I have articulated this desire loudly in years past. Last year there was no plan made by child or spouse and we ended up eating leftovers or sandwiches or something. One year they wanted to go out and I told them to pick a place and they couldn’t manage that and they dithered until it was too late to go out.
Now I will admit they usually make breakfast and clean it up. I get the impression that they think that is enough and maybe they are right. Maybe I am just being greedy. A whole day without meal responsibility? Blasphemy!
This year I am picking up the no dinner plan vibe as well (maybe I am wrong) so I have Plan B ready. The Cubs game is on at 4:00p and I’ll make popcorn and drink the pink fizzy lemonade I got at Trader Joe’s and pretend I am at Wrigley Field.
Small child will make himself mac and cheese and spouse will sulk that there is no dinner (he did all that work on breakfast!) and ostentatiously eat a bowl of cereal. And thus another Mother’s Day will end.
I am trying a few different things to deal with my menopausal symptoms. Or is it technically perimenopause? Like I care what it is called. Tired and crabby would be a good name for it. Anyway I am still here. I think I will see if what I am doing helps or not before talking about it. Seems to me every woman just has to keep trying different combinations of things until she finds out what works for her. Or she moves on into “the next season of life”. Is that winter?
Here is a succinct summary of life right now:
Husband comes home from work. No dinner going on. (Dinner has replaced laundry as the task most likely to make my head explode.) I explain I had to take small child to pre-bowl after school and we had just got home. (Okay, 30 minutes ago.) Husband says “So I need to go pick up dinner?” Yup.
Then I say I think I am going to buy the discounted NBA league pass so I can watch more Miami Heat games. He says okay, ten minutes later I am all settled on the couch with Dwayne Wade and Goran Dragic. And so is the husband. Two hours later he says “so what do you want for dinner?”
This is what he needs to understand: I don’t care about dinner. I want to abdicate all dinner responsibility. I have eaten enough dark chocolate covered almonds throughout the day that I have no interest in dinner. HE can do whatever HE wants about dinner. No matter what he brings home there is a 98% chance that it will be wrong so he should just get what he wants. But now it is too late. Small child comes in asking about dinner, thrilled he got to play with his friends for so long. The husband still wants me to make a dinner decision. In the interest of keeping my head from exploding I stick with Dwayne and Goran. Husband and son cobble together odds and ends. No one starved to death. No one was harmed in my menopausal moment. And the Heat beat the Pacers in OT! Woohoo!
Don’t worry, tonight I already have dinner prepped and ready to cook: lemon mustard chicken, mashed sweet potatoes and fresh asparagus. Hopefully there will be enough left for dinner tomorrow. The Heat are taking on the Warriors!