I’m Going to Be THAT Mom
I’ve done it again. I was on the wagon for officially two days this time on the healthy eating front. The truth of it is: Eating badly is so much easier.
I have dreams of healthy eating.
Every time I go to Sam’s, which is often mind you, I have fantasies of buying food in bulk – not just diapers and toilet paper. In my dreams, I know exactly what to do with 25 pounds of chicken and how to serve up fifteen cartons of fresh asparagus. Okay, I’m lying about the asparagus – that stuff is too much even for me.
But in all seriousness, I really want to be THAT mom. You know, the mom that has it all together. She know all the best crock pot recipes so that she can dice and chop up healthy veggies to prepare a nutrient-filled supper for her family while she’s away at work rather than heating up noodles and opening a few cans on the nights she actually gets around to “cooking.†(She probably does that dicing and chopping in heels with make-up on, too. Just two other things that have eluded me thus far in motherhood.)
I want to be the mom that doesn’t rely on the cookie recipes on the back of the chocolate chips as the only way make anything that doesn’t just require slicing to bake. Although I like eating the dough out of the ends of the tube – you know you do it, too.
I really do want to feed my family well.
The trouble is, I can’t ever seem to get it together.
When I do buy things that might make a reasonable homegrown meal, they go bad in the fridge before I can muster the energy after my long days to use them. My schedule is so crazed that yummy foods hold much sway over me and yummy foods in my book aren’t the same ones making the cut for Betty Crocker Healthy Living. I know exactly how many calories are in five different kinds of candy bars, but I have no clue how to remove the innards from a frozen turkey.
I’m a mess.
However, as is the case with many things in my Long-Term Mommy Outlook, I fully realize that this is not the time for me to make drastic changes to my lifestyle or try to take on anything new. Between the writing, the teaching, the toddler, the preschooler and basic necessities of living, hot dogs and canned green beans will have to do for now – unless we order out, which is always a yummier option.
But, I make a solemn oath that I WILL be THAT mom, someday – probably when I can no longer afford to order out for two gigantic teenage boys.
