Yes, I am from the North and I say "Supper" instead of "Dinner." That's completely besides the point.
If you've read my blog before, you know that I work 2 to 4 nights a week waitressing at a local restaurant. Yes, I love it and I love the income it brings in for our family.
Where are the kiddos while I'm at work? They stay home with their Daddy of course. S is awesome with this arrangement, he honestly is. When we first started talking about me going back to work, I reminded him that it would mean that he would be coming home from work and taking care of the kiddos by himself (I leave for work as soon as he gets home from his job), and he was completely fine with this of course. S loves those kiddos so much and it's truly amazing to see how awesome of a father he is to them.
By the time that I come home from work, S has played with the kiddos, made them supper, and put them to bed....and even managed to do some housework. Seriously. That's how awesome he is. As soon as I get home our conversations are along the lines of "How was your night?" "How were the kiddos?" "Did they go to bed OK?" "What did they have for supper?" These questions are not to interrogate S or because I don't think he can handle taking care of our babies, but because I always, no fail, feel like a complete asshole not being home with my kiddos at night and at bedtime, so I want to know how their night was along with S.s.
Most nights these questions have answers like: "They were really good, but Dude didn't want to pick up his toys." or "I made them hamburgers." or "Princess was a little cranky around bedtime, I think she's not feeling that great." Perfectly normal answers.
About a week ago, this was the answer I got when I asked what they had for supper: "I made them peanut butter and fluff sandwiches and then, because I know you want them to eat vegetables every night, I looked in the freezer and the fridge but I couldn't find any. What's up with that? So I gave them some pickles, and then we had oranges too."
My instant reaction was to throw up.
Peanut butter and fluff sandwiches I have no problem with whatsoever, even though I know that S puts WAY more fluff on that I would like him too. But pickles? For their vegetable? SO not the same thing! Do pickles even count as a vegetable? Not in my book honey. I reminded S that we have a million cans of veggies in our pantry. He looked sheepish and admitted that he hadn't thought to look there because we usually never have canned veggies with supper (I always try to make fresh). And let's talk about how lately Dude doesn't even eat pickles.....he picks them off his sandwiches. But then he eats them for S? Weird. Then about the oranges. S said he wanted to make sure that the kiddos had a fruit too, because that's what I always do.
I was laughing at this point at this man that I love with all my heart.
I pointed out to him, that all of those things combined would give anyone a very sour stomach....and Princess has nasty enough diapers as it is! I told him that I love him, and love that he takes care of the kiddos so good while I'm at work, and that I totally appreciated that he tried so hard to make sure the kiddos had vegetables and fruit with their supper.....but to PLEASE never feed them a meal like that again! That if he couldn't find any vegetables to use, just give them extra fruit!
Then, come to find out.....the sandwich that S made for himself? It was a grilled peanut butter, fluff, and Nutella sandwich. With a side of pickles and oranges. Needless to say, he wasn't feeling all that great later that night.
I informed him that I had pretty much won that conversation and had made my point.
I'm vaguely afraid that these are the kinds of cooking lessons going on while I'm at work :P