Well, first of all, thank you so much for all the great recipe suggestions. I’d like to say that I immediately made my way to the grocery store, fresh with inspiration, and cooked one of these meals. But the truth is I made tacos for dinner. However, we did squeeze a little lime on them so there’s that.
I’m sure next week I will find it deep within myself to make a grocery store list and pull out the Crockpot and begin to work my way through some new dinner options. But at this point it’s technically already the end of the week and too late to turn over a new motivated leaf.
And it has been a long week. I think it’s just the reality of the school schedule settling in plus some normal junior high angst and grievances. I was talking to another mom today and she said, “I thought it would get easier as the kids get older, but I feel like I’m more frazzled than ever and the schedule is constantly changing and it’s hard to keep up with it all.”
Yes, this is it. When they were little they came home with a couple of sheets of homework sometimes, maybe they had one practice a week that started at 4:00 and was over by 5:00 and you could have these people in bed by 7:30 or 8:00 and have some quiet time to perhaps watch a T.V. show. But those days are gone. I saw this chart floating around on Facebook yesterday that tells you what time your child should go to bed based on their age and the time they wake up in the morning because apparently we now need to chart out our shame and failure.
Isn’t that precious?
Anyway, after talking with my friend and while texting later with another friend, I texted “I have to remember that the school year is going to be full of ups and downs and some days you’re going to have to call Wine One One.”
And I’ve since decided this has the potential to be a brilliant business idea. Can you imagine?
Operator: “Wine One One, this is the operator. What’s your emergency?”
Broke down mom: “We have six pages of Algebraic equations for homework for a child who swears they haven’t learned this in class, a husband out of town on a business trip, and a daughter who doesn’t like any of the clothes in her closet.”
Operator: “Okay, ma’am. Please remain on the line. We are sending a Cabernet to your house right now and I’ll stay on the line with you until they arrive.”
Here’s a different scenario.
Operator: “Wine One One, this is the operator. What’s your emergency?”
Mom on the brink of running away: “It’s 9:00 p.m. and all these people in my house are still running around, my son just told me he needs new football cleats tomorrow which caused my daughter to remember she was supposed to make a volcano for Science class. NO ONE REMEMBERED ANY OF THESE THINGS WHILE IT WAS STILL DAYLIGHT.”
Operator: “Please stay on the line. Someone is on their way with a chilled Chardonnay and a block of cheese.”
Or maybe this scenario.
Operator: “Wine One One, what’s your emergency?”
Mom who’s a donkey on the edge: “I have two dumb dumbs who have waged war on an entire flat of Jasmine and strewn the remains of pots and plants all over my back porch and show no remorse.”
Operator: “I’m sorry, ma’am. There’s not enough wine for that.”
Yes. I’m aware.