Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Now You're Just Messing With Me

In spite of recently reduced hours I do still have a job.  When I work I work until 7:00 or 7:30pm depending on how long the last patients take.  That means I get home at 7:30 or 8:00pm.  My family generally prefers to eat dinner well before that and honestly I have NO interest whatsoever in cooking at that hour.  I'm just hungry and want to eat when I get home.

Some nights when I am not at work I will cook enough to have leftovers for a night when I am working.  This generally gets me complaints from Mr. Lime and Isaac about them not wanting leftovers.  They have also been known to whine about the fact that I have not left them something fresh for the evening.

Other times I put food in the crock pot and tell them to eat when they are hungry.  Most of the time they do so.  However there are nights when I do this and they opt to ignore that food because it's not what they wanted or like tonight  (I made a big salad, put meatballs and sauce in the crock pot, and left a box of spaghetti for them to cook before leaving for a 10 hour work day followed by an evening meeting) when they don't cook the noodles or touch any of the food I got ready for them instead opting for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

And don't even start me on when I have made my own lunch the night before, labeled it as such, and someone else takes it for his lunch.

Excuse me while I go bang my head against the wall.

12 comments:

secret agent woman said...

Those are lousy hours. I stop functioning well at work after 5 - I just want to be home or out, but NOT at work.

G-Man said...

Trini...?
May I please have a Meat Ball sandwich?

Beach Bum said...

And don't even start me on when I have made my own lunch the night before, labeled it as such, and someone else takes it for his lunch.

At my house that would be my son. I've written about it before involving cookies but really anything in the frig is possible plunder for his pirate tendencies.

Suldog said...

You can lead some men to meatballs, but you can't make them cook the spaghetti.

Craig said...

Does it help if I say that I like leftovers?

My own culinary skills are fairly limited - I can make a pretty good chili, and a decent spaghetti sauce, as well as fry up a burger or scramble some eggs. And I do know how to boil pasta. . . ;)

Our kids, left to their own devices, will usually spread some tortilla chips on a paper plate, cover 'em with shredded cheese, and nuke it into melty goodness. A little shy on the nutritional scale, but fortunately, they're not left to their own devices all that often. . .

WordVer = 'dishbar'; and I also know how to load the dishwasher. . . ;)

Jinksy said...

Obviously, you need a WIFE! :)

Bijoux said...

My son is also somewhat lazy and will generally just eat a pop tart or nutrigrain bar when hungry. But if there's a crockpot meal, everyone in my house would jump on that! Sort of shocking that they'd make a PB&J over boiling some pasta, because I think boiling water is easier than making a sandwich.

silly rabbit said...

I feel your frustration! I had three sons who ate like locust... whatever was not nailed down. The thing that bugged me the most was that they would eat the items I needed to make diner before I could manage to cook it.

Mother Theresa said...

If they're going to complain anyway, then just do whatever you want...or give them a coupon for cooking lessons on their birthdays. Not saying it would work, but you could try.

Logophile said...

Oh, hay-ell no.

On behalf of women everywhere, with special attention on the future wife of Isaac, I humbly submit that you really ought to jump off that crazy train.

You know how it runs around here, so take as much salt with this as you deem necessary but seriously,

if I didn't get a lot more positive feedback rather than negative regarding my having provided a dinner I wasn't even going to get enjoy... I'd tell the complainers to fend for themselves.
They don't appreciate what you are doing for them? Let them sort it out themselves for a while.

Kat said...

Oh yeah. That would DEFINITELY p me off. Ye who complains gets nothing in my house. I'm a total bag that way. ;)

Jocelyn said...

Is this where I get to rant, "Are you EFFING KIDDING ME?"

There. I am done.