A friend of mine says the above phrase is the one I most dread in the English language. She knows me well. Closely followed by, "What's for dinner?"
To raise a child to maturity, one needs to shop for and prepare something like 25,000 meals. That's for one kid. Nowadays, many families eat individually—one meal per kid, another for parents. Calculate that sucker out before you skip the birth control pill.
I had it down pretty well. Breakfast was cereal, prepared by the child before she woke me up to French braid her hair and walk her to school. And dinner I conceded as a necessity—or let my husband prepare it. But lunch! How much work is it to make a sandwich? A child of four can do it—and should.
So now the kid is grown up. Once a week she comes over and asks, "What's for breakfast?" She knows better than to call it lunch, even though the time could be almost considered lunchtime. She doesn't even dare call it brunch. And once a week, I can hack it.
Let me light a cigarette and think about the menu for tomorrow.
Reason I can't quit today: What's for breakfast?
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
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You know, if somebody else doesn't start writing in comments besides me, this is going to look like the B & C comedy hour.
What's with everyone? Too busy making lunch?
Anyway, I just wanted you to know I've gone way beyond flying into a rage if someone asks me "What's for lunch?" , or worse yet.."Have you given any thought to dinner?" My husband loves to ask me that. Hell, yes! My thought is, I never want to cook another one. My mother used to say "Here's boring meal number 3,869,572! as she served yet another. I am so sensitized to meal hating that all I have to do is be in the same room with someone who is secretly thinking " What's for dinner?" and I want to draw blood. Am I the perfect wife and mother, or what?
These people obsessed with asking what is for lunch..dinner..brunch
need to learn to pick up a phone and order out. And if they can't do that..learn how to cook themselves. Why is it always the people that never do this that are obsessed with what is to eat? It snaps on my last nerve when I hear this. To save myself from serving time for murder...I have found answering with a question useful. Next time you are asked...say umm what do you think? What about we order out?....redirection while still staying on the topic of food
makes them actually think...and perhaps do something themselves so you can be left alone to smoke in peace.
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