Three and Me.

I enjoying cooking and trying new recipes.

With 3 kids and no adult enjoying my creations besides me?

Shoot me.

Like I said my cookbook will be called, 2 out of 3.

You would think these people graduated from the CIA and worked for the NYT food review.

I say this because...

Because only 2 out of 3 kids will eat anything I attempt.

To say I have lost the love to feed the masses?

Understatement.

I despise it.

What's for dinner?

That is the first thing I get asked.

Not how was your day? Not how many things did you fix, or conversely how many things did you break?

Yeah no.

It's what for dinner.

If I get lucky enough I get a bus text so I can have an extra 20 minutes to disappoint one of my kids.

Cooking?

I don't care.

There is enough food in my house to feed a town and yet you would think I was serving up rocks and hay.

I give up.

So if you see me in a bathrobe at the store with a box of Stouffers Mac and cheese, just walk on by, I am in my happy place.

Or atleast till I get home to my microwave.

Approximately once a month I have a nervous breakdown.

Not medically diagnosed per se, but according to WebMD that is what it is called.

And the only cure is in the freezer aisle.

Again, believe everything you read on the internet.

Anywho...

If you asked my kids is the cure for mom in the frozen aisle?

Yeah, well that is where my heart resides anyways, according to them.

That said, I'll just be here planning another tragedy of a dinner only 2 will eat.

Meanwhile I will be eating 4 day old Mac and cheese leftovers, in a corner, crying.

Because rebranding 'leftovers' as 'Dinner Part 2' hasn't quite gotten the take off like I would have hoped.

No big deal.

Where in the hell did Dr. Spock mention that in his parenting guide?!?

If you don't get the reference you are still in a pack and play, so keep doom scrolling.

Xoxo,

C.