That was the quote from one of my children about my making a particular Italian dish the other night.  On the one hand, I want to say that he’s right.  If there’s something they seem to like, I will make it over again (and maybe again).  On the other hand, I want to say – “Are you freaking kidding me?  You want to say that to me now?  As you sit down to eat and I’ve worked all day practicing law and then come home and make dinner for you?”  But, I don’t say that.  I just look at him and try to retain my composure when I say, “Well, you could start making your own dinner, if you prefer.”

I am tired of cooking.  I really am.  Here’s my dream: someone comes to our house and cooks for us three days a week.  I agree to take the other four.  Wouldn’t that be fantastic?  Three home cooked meals by my “helper” and for my four nights, we eat out at Chipotle, Baja Sol, Chinese food (from almost anywhere) and Jimmy Johns.  That almost sounds like heaven!

I hate pulling the “when I was a kid” card, but seriously, when I was a kid, if I ever complained about dinner – I was told that my options were a PB & J sandwich or nothing.  Or, if my mom was feeling generous, I could have a toasted english muffin.  Ahh, the digression of a blogger …

I’ve started to kabob anything I can find  for variety – I almost kabob’d hard-boiled eggs the other day!  I use my crock pot more often than my stove.  And, I’ve taken to serving breakfast for dinner.  Still, I’m tired of cooking!

Now, I know, from my last mom rant, that I felt a bit of remorse for complaining about something I will miss in a few years.  I totally get that.  But it doesn’t change my feeling right now that I have not one more idea for dinner nor do I even feel the desire to cook!

Today I’m going to post a sign on the kitchen wall: “Kitchen closed due to illness.  Mom is sick from cooking!”  See you all at Subway for dinner! 🙂