Baked
Boy 1 hated dinner. He wanted macaroni and cheese, and I, being the horrid mother I am, made macaroni noodles with cheese sauce, with chicken and veggies on the side.
My homemade concoction was no match for that blue box bit of heaven, so Boy 1 took his mandatory three bites and then proceeded straight to temper tantrum row. Everything's stupid, I never make what he wants, blah, blah, blah.
A little while ago, I heard him making noises in the kitchen. I yelled out that if he was hungry, he had a plate in the fridge just waiting for him.
He's not hungry, he's being domestic. He's making muffins.
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3 Things People Said:
The dinner you made sounds fine to me. If Boy 1 doesn't want it, I can give you my address . . .
They DO grow out of it. Eventually. I didn't regain my intelligence until my kids got past 18 and even then, it was a gradual smartening up on my part. I swear I didn't change - it was just their perception.
Hang in there and resist the urge to throttle them. That' only a temporary satisfaction anyhow . . .
Wow! making muffins, huh? Maybe there is hope yet that he'll learn to cook for himself when he's not happy with what you make. And then maybe even for you and his bro, too! (ok, a mom can dream, right?)
mmmm. muffins.
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