30 Days of Nothing helped our family return to weekly menu planning. We’ve found it takes a lot of the stress of nightly dinner out of our evenings. Duh! It wasn’t like we didn’t know this, but our discipline was lacking. Sometimes Mr. Silly Pants and I aren’t as good at being cooperatively organized as we could be, or as I imgagine we actually are. I think I am seeing this piece more clearly now. We kinda stink at the day to day cooperative stuff. We’re pretty good at our own stuff. Perhaps we needed to muddle through some struggles in our daily lives (schedule) to get a little closer to ‘smooth.’ We both admit, it has been stressful to add a little whirling dirvish into our daily lives – precious, amazing, delightful, AND STRESSFUL! Blueberry requires cooperation and communication – no more fending for ourselves and then coming together at the end of the day. We changed the deal with marriage and little boy.
The key is to make the prepping of dinner something that Blueberry and I enjoy doing together. This isn’t easy for me; I’m sometimes about just getting the job done, I’m not too happy about dinner cooking anyway, I’m tired (9 again), and a toddler at the chopping block isn’t exactly an efficient or even pleasant use of time. Yet, if we’re going to eat as a family and eat at a reasonable time (say, 6:15-6:30) I have to figure out how to include our son in cooking dinner. (This is one place I feel the lack of sibs in the house, to be honest).
Chef Blueberry and I got to work tonight and chopped and diced our little hearts out. His favorite addition was the handful of cashews; which he mostly
crammed hungrily in his mouth
ate, although he added a few to our burgeoning bowl of greens and veges.
Frankly, if I can learn how to handle the slow pace, the dropped whisks and spatulas, the saliva licked fingertips touching every food item and adding some half-way chewed items back to the bowl, the yells for “more”, the little legs trying to inconspicuously crawl up onto the chopping block to reach the olive oil and last night’s bottle of wine, and the danger of topples off his chair along with accompanying screams….it’s all good!
Tonight worked. If’ I’m smart and pay attention, tomorrow night will too. Maybe?