Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Kung Fu Panda and Gin

My dear friend Heidi and I made plans for her and her kids to came over for dinner tonight.  We made these plans last week, before my kid was sick for six days with a fever, before I was in the emergency room with my daughter for four hours last night, before I had a busy day at work today.

As Lorelei and I pulled up to our house this evening, I heard her cry from the back seat, "Tacos!!!"

"Do you want tacos?" I asked.

"Yeah!  Tacos.  Peees Mama!!"

I am certain that the skid marks my tires made on the driveway as I changes our trajectory will be there for years to come.  I don't have a lot of money, but at six o'clock this evening I had even less energy to 'create' dinner with what I had in my fridge.  The name of tonight's dish would be 'Taco del Mar'.

When Heidi and the kids showed up they all dropped their coats and looked around for something to do as usual, expecting that dinner would be a long time coming.  I called their collective attention tout de suite and announced that, "I'm not cooking tonight.  I bought tacos and dinner's served now!"  You never saw such a rush to the dinner table, at least I haven't yet in my home.  It was great; plastic plates, tin foil and soggy tortillas flew as if Cookie Monster had descended on a pizza-sized cookie.

"Ahmm!  Ahmm!  Ahmm!!"

As the kiddos settles into their meals, Heidi and I nipped into a some gin and tonics.  I feel the need to share that I, a terminal agnostic and definite non-catholic, have given up wine for Lent.  It's a strange thing to do, I know, but I have many reasons for this decision.  Let's suffice to say that I have a lot to be thankful for and I figured it was the least I could do.  The unexpected side effect, however, is how it would affect my friends.  See, I'm a tried and true wine drinker.  Always have been, always will be.  Love the stuff.  But for lent, I'm allowing myself beer (which I hate) and liquor (which I can take or leave).

That being said... after the week-long fever, missing work because of it, a traumatizing hospital visit, and no one at home to help me with the logistics, to comfort me or help me comfort Lorelei, do the damned dishes, take out the garbage, throw in a load of wash, clean the cat box, blah, Blah, BLAH!!!  Mama needed a drink.

Tacos in tummies and plastic cups 'o G&T's in (mamas') hands, we walked to the park on this lovely spring evening, visited a neighbor and her kids, then watched Kung Fu Panda until all of our eyes slumped to half mast.  I topped off the night with a great find from Trader Joe's; English Toffee (Yummee!), then we called it a night. 


Mom's Tip

Give yourself a break from time to time.  We, as parents, work so hard at making sure that our kids are awesome people.  Just remember that they can't be that if we're not.  Take care of yourself so that you can take care of them.


Santé

2 comments:

bearto said...

There are two of us in our house and still... it seems not enough. This makes me wonder what the rich movie stars do (those more accustomed to jet setting, fine dining, exotic lands, etc.)

What have we found to be brilliant over the past 8 years of parenting?

1. We use large plastic tumblers on Halloween as we walk through the streets with kids scurrying about.

2. I've got a liquor cabinet that's nothing to brag about but serves up some serious therapy.

3. You have to have a solid collection of 'standby' dinners; taquerias, drive-through, delivery, etc. that are all budget friendly. They will become your saviors on many occasions.

Cheers to you!

The secret ingredient? Is that there is no secret ingredient, It's you.

Kelly Doscher said...

"The secret ingredient? Is that there is no secret ingredient, It's you."

I know this line from the movie, but I just HEARD the message as it pertains to me. I have always thought that there is something or someone outside of me that will make IT all better.

Hmmm. Lots to think about.

Thanks Rob. XOX