Thursday, February 11, 2010

Donuts for Dinner...

Ben came home and the domestic goddess in me seems to have disappeared. Hmmmm... Ben may argue she never existed but I swear I spent the last few months slaving over a hot stove at dinner time. Sure, most of those dinners were hotdogs but no one said feeding a six year old had to be elaborate.

I present to you, our dinner menu since his return:

Friday - I threw a frozen pizza in the oven.
Saturday - El Patron for some of our favorite Mexican fare.
Sunday - Everyone needs a little Olive Garden in their life.
Monday - We snuck off to Toro Bravo while Ruth was at gymnastics...Ruth got to pick between leftovers or cereal.
Tuesday - I called Papa... Papa John's.
Wednesday - I saw Ruth eating the powdered donuts and softball size Hershey Kiss and heard myself tell her it was her dinner. She didn't argue.

I jokingly told a friend of mine I was trying for the Mom of the Year award. I know some may frown upon the choices I made this week but that's okay. I happen to know there are more important things in this life than cooking dinner for my family every night. I also know we just ate hot dogs for dinner.

See, I told you I was a domestic goddess.

3 comments:

Big Mama Cass said...

When (yes I said WHEN and not IF) WHEN you invite me over for dinner can we have powdered donuts and Hershey kisses?

Please?

Let me get my coat.

:)

Paulawalla said...

Of course we can, silly!

Jeff Deck said...

Sounds like my lunches this week. Sometimes life just gets too busy to worry about... nutrition.