I have a day job. I do freelance work. I get sucked in to every neighborhood, team, school and booster project. At least one of the kids has some sort of practice each night of the week.
The hours from 5-7PM are balls-to-the-wall insane for us.
I grew up in a family that ate supper together each and every evening. We set the table, turned the TV off and shared a meal together. With vegetables. As a family.
No matter how insane our life is, I strive to keep that tradition going with my own family and most nights we accomplish it. The problem is that time is not a luxury I have (nor is take-out) so getting supper on the table quickly during the work week is something I struggle with. Even more of an issue is that I’m a foodie and I can’t stand instant, processed, canned foods, though, occasionally, I have to use them to accomplish my bigger goal: eating a home cooked meal with my family each night.
Through a series of unrelated and bizarre (even for my brood) events, the supper plans I had one night this week were waylaid and I had to pull dinner out of my ear with scant resources. Doing a quick inventory in my head, I decided I had what was needed to throw a tuna casserole together.
When I took it out of the oven, I had to smile to myself because – lowly creature that she is – she sho was purty. I quickly grabbed my camera to snap a shot about the same time that Husband comes walking in and says the following:
Husband: What the hell stinks?
Shut your face you ungrateful bastardIt’s a tuna casserole.
Me: You like tuna casserole. Hush before the kids hear you
and I have to throttle one of them for making that ‘blech’ sound at my food.
Husband: I thought we were having spaghetti. I want spaghetti. Can’t you just grab a jar…
Me[holding a 6-foot long serrated knife like I’m giving a weather report and suddenly on the verge of tears]: I’VE WORKED ALL DAY! I fed the kids breakfast, I got them dressed, I took them each to a different school and somehow managed to get to work on time! I picked them up from daycare, took them to practice, helped them through their homework and now I’m just trying to feed you people so I can then clean the kitchen and give them a bath! And. Then. I. Get. To. Do. It. All. Again. Tomorrow.
Husband: Um, why are you taking a picture of it?
Me: I’m not
Husband: Why are you holding the camera?
Me: Forget it.
Husband: Can I be in the picture?