Every now and then, I'm plagued with delusions of adequacy. And yes, I mean it just as I said it. It's a phrase my husband coined (at least I think he did--or did it come from The Office?) and it comes to mind often.
I was feeling rather adequate last night when I made a mean veggie stir-fry over steamed brown rice and homemade (yes, homemade) potstickers. On a weeknight.
Honestly, it's not entirely out of the ordinary that I put this much effort into dinner. I cook pretty much every meal every day, but I'm going to admit that I often get discouraged when my efforts are thwarted at every turn. Mostly by the two rugrats that I brought into this world.
As soon as the red bell peppers bit the wok and the aroma filled the air, Elliott was inspired to remind me that, she in fact, does not like bell peppers. "Well, I forgot to buy mushrooms," I told her, subliminally letting her know that this could have been worse--much worse. Within minutes of remembering that the kids would not be pacifists and just eat their dang dinner without complaint and that I might be in for it, James called letting me know that he'd be home late and that we should eat without him. Well, at least he called, I told myself.
The girls and I sat down for a daddy-less dinner and immediately Bennett started putting plum pieces into her water cup. And then pouring her water out. (She does this so fast and under the radar, I swear.) Ultimately my kids are good eaters, so dinner was choked-down. Bennett picked around the stir fry and ate only the carrots and broccoli, and Elliott told me at one point she didn't like vegetables and was going to throw up. For the record, she still ate her entire meal, including a strip of red bell pepper, and I made sure to thank her for doing so.
But Moms, do you ever wish that people would just shut up, sit down, and sing your praises? Is it too much to ask? With as much as we do, it's often only the things we don't do or things that the family dislikes that are mentioned. Know what I mean? Sure you do. Am I discouraged? Well, today, maybe a bit. But don't worry, just like you I'll keep trudging through and doing what's right, despite their complaints and ingratitude.
Never fear, tomorrow's a new day. And maybe I'll just give up and thrill the kids with the culinary masterpiece that is PB&J.