Over the past few months, I dug myself out of my own mid-life crisis. I thought it might be trendy to have one, but after going through it, I have come to the conclusion that it is terribly over-rated.
So now I am going back to one of my first loves. Working. Working? Has she gone mad? Just hear me out. Working is enabling me to learn new things, meet new people, and earn some money to help educate our children and support my handbag habit. I chose to go the path of direct sales (aka network marketing) so that I may create my own schedule and leverage my time. Over the next few months I will share with you the many advantages of this type of career.
Today, though, I think it is only fair to warn you that with every life transition there will be at least one obstacle to overcome. Mine seems to be dinner. I work in the mornings and take care of the rest of our lives for the rest of the day.
Over the past fourteen years our four children have been served only organic fruits and vegetables. They have gotten very used to home-cooked meals. In fact, they have even started to expect to be fed at least three times a day. My Italian-American genetic wiring makes it impossible for me to serve them frozen or canned food. We even have two vegetable gardens.
En route to see ”Harry Potter” tonight I decided to engage the children in dinner planning for the next three weeks as the boys have about 200 baseball games. I suggested fresh salads, cut-up fruit, tasty sandwiches and maybe even breakfast for dinner. Based on their responses, I gather that what really came out of my mouth was “How can I ruin your lives?’
“I hate salads.” “Fruit isn’t for dinner!” “Only bad moms give their kids breakfast for dinner.” “Sandwiches, are you kidding?’” “We may starve to death.” In an effort to be helpful, the husband suggested homemade lasagne or chicken parmigiano. You know, light summer fare.
So, I will carry on trying to figure out how to fit work AND dinner into our lives. There will still be plenty of food for anyone who wants to come by and be fed. I would avoid Thursday, though. That is the night I am serving everyone cereal.