Good luck!

Trudy, I've been setting people to see fewer posts, which helps.

Clear thinking, -t!

I cook a lovely healthy dinner, taking their tastes into account; they would rather eat spaghetti-os. SIGH.

My mother's solution was to not expose us to spaghetti-os. Living in the third world it wasn't too hard, but she did manage to keep us pretty culinarily isolated until she sent us off to university. There are so many things I've never tried.

Timelies all! Sitting in the lobby of the Filkontario hotel, soaking up the free Wi-Fi. First program item of interest is at 1.

Heh, that reminds me of my S-i-L's insistence that her kids NEVER see several pablumic kidzshows like the Smurfs and Teletubbies. Not because necessarily she thought they'd be hurtful as much as not-helpful, but she was damned if she'd have to listen to them in the background.

They are turning out to be fine young men, so clearly she is onto something. (She's also the one who came up with Toy Jail.)

We were not allowed to watch The Smurfs as kids. I have no idea why.

I am pretty sure, however, that most of the kids we thought were our friends were just so besotted with my mother's cooking that they needed an excuse to keep getting invited over for dinner.

God, I wish I lived closer so I could have more home-cooked meals (I don't cook, the Army ruined that for me).

I never ate particularly well as a kid...I ate a lot of hot dogs...but we never had enough money for my mom to indulge our needs for spaghettios or beefaroni. And my own natural aversion of Kraft Dinner kept me away from that.

After my ginormous Cosmo last night, I ended up falling asleep on the couch around 9:30. I a such a wild child.

One of the hardest things for me as a parent is the general ungratefulness of children.

I still haven't figured out a way to deal with this very well, but I do try and remember that I was at least 25 before I had any appreciation for the excellence of my parents. Then I remind myself that the boys will likely realize they were shitheads and feel really guilty when they are 30. Yes, I look forward to this day. Bad mom = me.

I must say that the boys and DH do express appreciation and praise for my cooking skills on a regular basis. They know how to keep fed.

My to do list for today:

☐ Clean off desk
☐ Clean off dining room table
☐ Clean off coffee table
☐ Wash dishes
☐ Actually put the dishes away
☐ Vacuum
☐ Make bed
☐ Throw stuff away
☑ Get burrito

I was a somewhat finicky eater as a child (hey, at least grilled cheese sandwiches and fish sticks are easy to cook, right?), but I do remember being grateful to Mom for cooking despite being a career woman and not making me eat things I didn't like. Eating at friends' houses tended to put mealtimes in perspective, and I'm not even counting the one time a friend's grandparents served raccoon to see what reaction they'd get.