On Friday mornings, idealistic Shelah takes over my body. She looks through cooking magazines. She gets out a whole slew of cookbooks. She writes menus for things like citrus pork chops over a bed of wilted spinach and homemade chicken potpie with leeks and scallions. She shops. She puts away the groceries. Then she brushes her hands together as if to say "my work here is finished" and she leaves the premises.
And leaves regular old Shelah behind. You know, the one who gets totally overwhelmed at 3:15 and the kids get home and want a snack and need to do homework. The one who never has a husband home when the witching hour hits. The one who loves to bake but hates to make dinner. The one who rolls her eyes at the whole chicken in the fridge and orders pizza while bouncing a fussy baby on her hip and trying to get Bryce to sit down and copy his spelling words.
These two Shelahs seriously need to meet. And the idealistic Shelah needs to leave her mom, the one who inspired the gourmet cooking and menu-making, at home. Then regular Shelah needs to teach her to ditch the fancy menus and replace them with pasta, grilled cheese, quesadillas and chicken nuggets. That's what we end up eating anyway. Everyone would be lots happier. And regular Shelah could then afford to take the kids to Chick-fil-a on the nights when she really can't cope with the chaos.
2 comments:
I love this!
I have split personalities but it's between me wanting really good food and having absolutely no desire to try to cook any of it. I make the boring spaghetti and meatloaf and baked chicken but what I really want is some amazing Thai food or that citrus pork chop! The sad thing is, I think my kids would eat that stuff. Is there someway, we could combine some of our schizophrenia and eat the way we really want?
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