By the food situation, I mean of course, that Lucien is the only one that gets fed anymore.
If being responsible for providing three square meals a day for a toddler has taught me anything, it's this;
adults don't require three square meals- ever.
At least I don't. I'm not sure I ever will. Keeping a fridge stocked with enough booty for three meals a day is almost impossible. Especially in New York, where shopping involves also carrying all that crap home- and if you're me- up three flights of stairs.
Unfortunately, children can't sip coffee all day- and subsist on some pathetic meal, thrown together at 10 pm with whatever happens to be hanging around the fridge. Also unfortunate, is the fact that my husband can't seem to do that either. So I've been forced to change my habits. I have to get to the grocery store at least once a week.
Getting to the grocery store once a week means that Lucien eats great- but not really anyone else. I don't have enough time or energy to shop, or carry anything for anyone else. For breakfast, he'll have a whole wheat waffle with honey, or some Greek yogurt and fruit, or a cheese omelet. His lunch consists of some manner of pasta with vegetables, a ripe avocado and bananas. And his dinner is usually a glorious mixture of fish, fresh veggies and potatoes. He's quite the gourmand.
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You know what I had for lunch today? A handful of elbow pasta that I picked off of the floor after Lucien deemed it unworthy, and a half of an organic yogurt rice crisp bar for toddlers. And apparently toddler food is fattening as fuck, because I'm not even losing any weight on this rejected-kiddie-food-starvation-diet.
My husband is getting pretty annoyed by this scenario. He too, would like a home cooked meal every once in a while. Pre-baby, we had this thing people refer to as "disposable income." We would use it to have gourmet meals delivered to our house, several times a week. It was awesome. It is also a thing of the past, much like going to a movie, or going anywhere together at all-for that matter.
These are the types of things that people refer to as "extra stresses on a relationship" that happen after you have a child. In the past, if my husband mentioned that we were running low on groceries, I'd probably just put in on my to-do list for the following day. Now, a similar exchange goes something like this:
Husband: Wow. We really need groceries.
Me: I'm not sure if you know this- but you actually don't need to have boobs to get into Pathmark. They let men in, too.
Or:
Husband: Wow. We really need groceries.
Me: I just went shopping today.
Husband: You bought Yo-baby's, sweet peas, elbow pasta, bananas, canned pears and "little fishies" fish sticks.
Me: You can't fashion a meal out of that?
Yes, the food situation is putting a stress on our marriage. But that's all I can say about it- the fish sticks are ready, and I'm exhausted.
Pizza is fancy in our house! Wait till the sweet child who formerly ate anything you placed in front of him starts to dislike EVERYTHING you put in front of him which will make you wildly insane. For instance, I recently said outloud to my dear sweet family: "I just spent an hour on dang homemade mac and cheese and you would "prefer" the orange gunk out of a box!" All three nodded... the third was my dang husband! True story.
ReplyDeleteI totally did that to my mother as a child. Also, I still eat Kraft Mac and Cheese out of the box.
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