“Ah, Dinner Time, my old friend.
Is it time for you to visit already?
Again? So soon?”
In truth Dinner Time is everything but a friend to me.
She shows up late afternoon every day
(Yes, every SINGLE day!)
Like an unwelcome guest
Arriving and making demands at the worst time of day.
A time when the children are needy.
A time when I want to run away.
When my brain is empty and my mind if fuzzy.
When my energy is low and patience is dwindling.
Stop draining my brain!
Stop making me think?
I don’t know what to make of you.
Ingredients are mismatched
Or unwanted by little mouths
You require so much.
Toddler versus tween versus husbands’ dietary requirements
And, for the love of God(dess), dear Dinner Time, stop evoking urgency and panic.
Not right now,
When all I want to do is sit down and de-fuzz my brain (somehow?! how?!)
No, NOT now.
Not SO immediately NOW.
You are that extra ball I need to juggle, when my hands are already full.
Mom, can you help me with this?
Mom, she hit me?!
Mo-om!!! Can we watch tv?
And there you are.
Waiting to be prepared.
The annoying presence that needs to be created and dealt with.
Yes, dear Dinner Time.
You have made me lose my appetite.
(If only I could say the same for the three hungry little beings that await your arrival, and the hungry beast who will gobble up whatever caca meal my zombied state morphs fridge residents into.)
What happened to the creative process that cooking used to be?
Motherhood, that’s what.
When I was in the UK, friends used to call “Tea time” the Witching hour – it was the time when children go mad. It also happens to be a time when sugar levels drop, emotions controlled in school let loose, the body and mind feel tired and somehow (the fridge is empty). Appetites are insatiable at this hour; arguments and fist fights become the fashion between my kids.
And on top of all of this; yes, among this chaos, we are expected to create a meal, to cook.
Well, it doesn’t work for me. So I cook another time, when energy is present. Or, I ask another to cook.
And guess what I tell Dinner Time to do when she comes to visit? I ask her to get me that cup of tea or glass of wine and to go ahead and pop my prepared meal into the oven.
Sometimes it pays to be prepared. Keep a look out for my upcoming Dinner Time Tips post…