To the cashier at Metro

Thanks for the compliment that at least I "knew what was for dinner" when I was in last week picking up ingredients for that night's dinner.  We were talking about how I couldn't find a certain type of noodles and how your family (your siblings) are so picky. 

The thing is, I don't always know what's for dinner. Most of the time I get home from work and think "we have to be out the door for {insert program here} by 5:45. What the hell am I going to feed the kids?"

Funny thing is, I have a crock pot, a full fridge and freezer and pantry, tons of ingredients, a good imagination and access to a few really good apps for cooking. Yet most days, I can't figure out what to make. 

Often, we have leftovers available to eat. But my kids usually won't eat leftovers. They have to REALLY like what was for dinner the night (or two) before to deign to eat *gasp* reheated pre-cooked leftover food.  

I have a finite amount of time from Monday to Thursday to get food stuffed in their faces, homework done (or at least started), piano practiced, swimsuits, towels and karate uniforms located (still can't find Banana's karate belt. Let's hope she grades for her yellow and we won't have to look for her white one anymore), art supplies gathered, music binders collected and somewhere in there I have to manage to feed myself or get some housework done. Usually it's one or the other. 

I'm not complaining, and I didn't feel your  comment was insensitive. I just had to laugh a little because you thought I had it all put together, when in reality, I'd only picked the recipes a couple of hours earlier to complement the one dish I knew I was going to make. 

At least I can pull off the illusion of pre-planning. 

That said...

What am I going to make for dinner tonight before we run out the door for swim lessons?