Every afternoon, it suddenly hits me like acid in the back of my throat: What the heck are we going to eat for dinner? And then I start to whine inside my head, “Didn’t we just eat dinner yesterday?” Now let me tell you, dinner in my house is a production. My daughter and I are allergic to gluten and my other daughter is allergic to several food additives so I am sort of set up like a lab in a test kitchen. There are the gluten free items, but then there are the items that aren’t gluten free that I can’t touch with something that has touched gluten, like a knife slicing a pad of butter for example. Complicated. And it gets more ridiculous. Since we are all on different schedules, I make up dinner plates with names on them. Listen I could let them all fend for themselves but dinner most nights would be tortilla chips with some kind of artificial cheese product on top.
So in my daily grumblings lately, I decided to try Kim’s suggestion of reframing my thoughts. Instead of “I have to cook dinner”, I’m saying to myself, “I get to cook dinner”. I was all set to report to her that it isn’t working, but I have to admit, it is! When they come home and they’re hungry and I have something healthy to give them and they smile and are happy and I can tune in to gratitude, wow! It’s put a whole new spin on everything. And here’s the best part. Because I’m not so cranky about it, they are cleaning up with a smile on their faces and are jumping in and cooking too. And that right there is some tasty food for thought!