Last week I threw my husband under the blog bus by divulging my Sock Rebellion on the internet. He took it like a champ, but I figure it’s time for me to make like Fox News and do the fair and balanced thing.
So, this week it’s Mommy Confessions time—posts to divulge all those things I’m ashamed to admit but secretly hope someone else can relate to.
First up – I feed my kids frozen dinners.
Yes, it’s true. I do not cook my kids healthy dinners made from quality ingredients. Nor do I cook the yummy dinners like my mom used to make. You know the ones—saturated with enough fat and calories to make Paula Dean proud.
No, I stock my freezer with Lean Cuisine and Healthy Choice dinners and my pantry with Spaghetti O’s and Campbell’s Home Style Chicken Noodle soup. It’s an effective menu, one developed over several years of picky appetites and desperation, but it works.
Don’t get me wrong, that’s not all they have to choose from. They also have chips, fruits, vegetables, cheese, cookies, and crackers.
Yes, I mixed chips and cookies in there with the nutritious stuff.
My rule: If you eat something not-so-wholesome for a snack, you have to eat something healthy the next go round.
I ate Ding Dongs and Twinkies after school for eighteen years with religious fervor and I turned out ok. I figure my kids willingly choose broccoli and cauliflower as side items at restaurants, so intermittent bouts with Nestle Tollhouse aren’t gonna kill ‘em.
It’s not that I can’t cook. I’m actually not too bad once I get started and can knock out a pretty respectable Thanksgiving or Christmas feast. I just don’t have time to whip up the Donna Reed thing between after work and bedtime.
So, yeah, I feed my kids frozen dinners, complete with high sodium and ingredients I can’t pronounce. But at least they eat. Their homework is done, they’re clean before they go to bed and they’re happy. And I do cook them decent food when I have the energy to dig out my apron and make it all the way through the dishwashing process.
What about you? Are you one of those people I envy? The ones that buy only fresh, organic foods from the local farmer’s market before whipping up a culinary feast? Or do you scrounge up whatever can be nuked in under five minutes and call it good?