“What’s for dinner, Mom?” Something nasty you’re going to hate.
Is there any question more hated by moms than this? In my house, with four voices (five if you count my husband and eliminate the ‘Mom’ tag) constantly calling this out to me on a seemingly well-timed rotation from the minute they walk through the front door, I have narrowed my response to the following (learned through trial and error):
“Leftover Buffet!” Their return volley:
“I just got in. What do you think we should have?” (Why, oh why did I ever go there…)
So I’ve learned that, once again, as with Parent/Teacher interviews, just don’t ask the questions you really don’t want the answers to. Now what the hell should I make for dinner tonight? Oops, just did it again.
December is often the worst month of the year for moms. Not only are we expected to do things like dress our children warmly, make sure they know not to eat yellow snow or stick their tongues to metal things, we are also supposed to navigate the entire family through the holiday season, smiling and spreading good will and cheer while bestowing gifts upon all who have deigned to serve us during the year.
Yes, well, whatever.
The typical Mom barely has time to suppress a lascivious smile while watching teenage vampires on-screen, let alone manufacture a genuine look of pleasure during the third and final 90-minute performance of her child’s “Night of Holiday Stars” concert at the overcrowded and over-videoed school gym.
So for this holiday season, I’m trying to stick to a few routines that will hopefully see me through this hectic time, without forgetting some of the basics. For example:
Basically the holiday season is just like every other time during the year—it’s all about them, and not about you, so just put on a grin and get on with it.