Supper issues
I started to write this when I was rather pissed. Got distracted with work and decided to wait and post this later. I re-read what I wrote and said to myself "Yeah, that post is going to get the witch hunters on my ass". So I toned this blog down a little. I'm still a little bitter about it, but I have my Geek night tonight so I don't really care at this point.
Last night I cooked beef in the slow cooker with cream of mushroom soup and served it over egg noodles. All the kids (BS, BD and SS) had it last time I made it so I figured I would cook it again. Jesus H Christ, you would think I was serving grits peppered with paprika! None of the kids wanted to touch it. And DW, (thank you very much for having my back!) fished out the mushrooms and chooses to inform me "I'm not a fan of mushrooms".
I was furious! A whole meal I dutifully prepared wasted by everybody! I was in the middle of putting everything away and saying I was going to reserve this at breakfeast and keep reserving it at each meal until it was gone!
DW did manage to calm me down. She kept insisting that it wasn't my fault the meal didn't go over well and that I shouldn't be upset. These things happen. Oh really? Hmmm...I distinctly remember DW doing all the grocery shopping, and cooking ONE TIME and when the kids didn't eat, she blew up like mount Vesuvius! How is my feelings now any different to hers then!?
Anyways. Flash forward to today and DW calls me at work.
DW: "Any ideas on supper?"
Me: "Yeah, I was thinking of setting the table, putting the garbage can on the table, taking out my wallet and just emptying whatever cash I have in my wallet straight into the garbage can. There! Supper done!"
DW: "I see you are still bitter over yesterday?"
Me: "Or how about Cheerios and Nuttella? That is about all our children will eat without being forced."
DW: *sigh* "You want me to take care of supper tonight?"
Me: "Sure! Be my guest. Oh by the way, I'm not a 'fan' of whatever it is you are about to buy at the grocery store. You don't know what that is yet, but I'll let you know AFTER you buy it."
DW: "Honey, I appreciate ALL the cooking you do. Really I do. But....yeah....I think you need a break."
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DW is "making" frozen pizza.
DW is "making" frozen pizza.
I am wondering if I am going to "suddenly" develop a distaste for pepperoni?
Meals and children are
Meals and children are frustrating these days. When I was a kid, my mother cooked from scratch. If we so much as started uttering the word yuck at the table, we were sent to our room without dinner. The rules were very clear, try the food. If we didn't like the main course, then we ate the veggies, salad and bread and sat there quietly until we were excused from the table. We weren't allowed to critique my mothers cooking (she was an excellent cook by the way) unless she noticed we didn't eat the entree. If we did not and she asked, the worst we could say was that we didn't care for it. That was it. Eat what was served or go hungry was the basic message.
I stopped cooking for the skid after a fun filled evening where she gagged on what I made *(homemade spaghetti sauce with ground turkey) and made sounds like she was going to vomit onto her plate.
I was pissed. I pushed back my chair so fast it fell over. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed the garbage can and brought it into the dining room. I proceeded to grab the skids plate and scrap her dinner into the garbage. I walked the can, her plate and utensils into the kitchen. I came back with bread, mustard, cheese and turkey and threw them down on her place-mat.
I picked up my chair, sat down and looked her and DH in the eye and said (something similar to this, it's toned down over the years) "Make yourself a goddamn sandwich, take it to your room and don't come out until I go to bed. You are no longer welcome at MY table during meals. You will eat before I get home and will only join us if we have company. If you pull this stunt in front of company, you will no longer be allowed out of your room when we have friends over. Understand?"
DH was, for once, smart enough to keep his dumbass mouth shut.
I can count on one hand how many meals I cooked since then when the skid has been over. When his skid is over, DH is in charge of all meals and clean up. I rarely if ever lifted a finger for his kid after that incident.
*takes notes* Consider this
*takes notes*
Consider this stolen.
The other problem you're
The other problem you're facing is the younger bios imitating SS.
My sister dealt with this with her bios and her SD. Her DH and her SD hate seafood of any kind. Her bios refused to eat any kind of seafood because their older sister hated it.
To be fair, my sister hates peas and will not serve them in her home. So she passed on the pea hatred to her bios as well.
Bravo! I wish I would have
Bravo!
I wish I would have done something like that.
I remember once I spent $30 on some beautiful fish. The skids pushed it around their plates but refused to eat it. Then got up and dumped it down the sink.
They had shitty remarks for everything I made because I cooked from scratch. BM cooks out of boxes and cans and serves a lot of fast food. After years of putting up with them insulting my food and dumping it down the sink, I finally gave up and now cook crappy canned and boxed food for them.
My DH never said a word to back me up either. He just let them do that to me. I harbor a lot of resentment over it.
DH never backs me up with
DH never backs me up with anything related to his child either.
That night the f'n f'er sat like a lump in the chair and just took it all in. I was the crazy one for reacting.
One of the mysteries of the
One of the mysteries of the universe is why my bios will consume something at one place but never in my home.
Take milk for example. My little BD absolutely will not touch it in our home. At Daycare, in Grandma's house, in restaurants, she'll swallow it up by the gallon.
At home however?
BD: "Mmmmmmm! Milk! Lovely glorious creamy fresh white MILK!!!...Oh wait!.... Where am I? NOPE! Not touching milk! Milk bad! Yucky!!!!"
Milk - LOL whenever I hear
Milk - LOL whenever I hear about a kid not drinking milk I think back to the one time I said something about SD's mom.
SD was giving me a hard time about the nice meal I had just made pushing her food around. Saying mommy doesn't make this and that. I didn't comment until SD said I am not going to drink milk and her mommy doesn't drink milk.
I said well that is why your mommy has no boobies. SD drank her milk that night and every meal with us after that! It use to be a big joke when she was growing up.
I know. My kids used to love
I know. My kids used to love Won Ton soup, hamburger helper, shrimp, hot dogs....And then one day, someone flipped a switch and suddenly the things they wanted seconds (and even third helpings) became "Yucky".
I actually do like cooking.
I actually do like cooking. I'm no chef Ramsay, but my own mother and my in-laws actually make requests of me for special occasions. Like some people who commented on this board, I like cooking from scratch. But it's tough to satisfy a crowd who think McD's is gourmet cooking. Of all the recipies I have in my head I can only count 3 that when I serve it, EVERYONE is silent because they are too busy gobbling it up.
LOL! My brother did that at
LOL! My brother did that at the same age!
Except he had good reason.
The reason was Salmon Fish pie. What kind of sick twisted individual would think to take a perfectly good salmon, puree it and make it into a pie!? That's just wrong, wrong, WRONG!!! Yet my mother would make it and insist we eat it. My brother kept telling my mother that the mere smell of it was making him sick. I watched as my mother put a morsel on a fork, held it in front of my brother's mouth and told him to open up. That's when my brother pulled a Linda Blair on my mother. OMG! I had never seen a kid puke like my brother did that day!
Mom never made salmon fish pie again.
In the early years my balless
In the early years my balless DH had the GULL to take the kids to Subway or such if I made something they didn't like!
WTH happened to parents. I would have never let my children behave so rudely. They would have ate it anyway or gone without dinner. Also, my Dad would have spanked my ass if I dared acted so rude. Especially to someone who took the time and care to home cook them a proper meal.
I always get appalled when I see/hear how spoiled kids are.
I remember one time we were out to eat and youngest SS was about 9 or 10 and he liked to fake stomach aches to get attention. He said his stomach hurt too bad to eat a meal, so he just wanted some strawberry shortcake. Guess what my spineless DH did. He not only him one order of strawberry shortcake, he ordered the little bastard TWO!
That lil fucker knew I was furious inside and he sat there happily and contently chomping away at his desserts while I seethed inside. Even typing this make me furious again, LOL.
Damn kids.
DW did that once. ...and
DW did that once.
...and ONLY once.
SS wasted a whole meal saying he was "full". His meal was still warm when he asked DW for a bowl of ice cream. DW served him and I just sat there gob smacked as SS ate a large soup-bowl-full of ice cream and then asked if he could have another bowl of ice cream. I kept my mouth shut the whole time while DW happily served him thinking nothing of it.
The very next day, I drove SS to day camp (it was the summer). I returned home, sat in front of DW and asked point blank "You mind telling me why you thought it was okay for SS to waste an entire meal I had prepared and let SS have not one BUT TWO BOWLS of ice cream!?!?"
DW tried to defend her actions but she knew full well that there was no possible explanation she could give me that would excuse it. Oh she tried using the guilty parent excuses "He's still trying to get used to living here...". It was all bullsh*t and I wouldn't let this one go. DW was in a completely undefendable position and ripped into her to the point where she was crying.
She never did that again.