Meal planning during controlled chaos

I didn’t realize this week was quite so busy until we were in it. I’m glad we aren’t always this busy. We won’t all be around the dinner table together until Thursday, but it’s still important to have a plan.

Monday: Breakfast for dinner
I had a meeting for our homeschool co-op. Rockford made pancakes and veggie sausages.

Tuesday: McAlister’s/something else
Rockford is taking Poppy and some of her friends to McAlister’s after soccer practice. Pete and I will either stay home and have ham sandwiches or go out for a burger.

Wednesday: Lasagna
Our book club is meeting at our house this month, and I’m making Lasagna Primavera. I also have a few small, frozen cheese lasagnas on hand for the kids who won’t touch the Primavera.

Thursday: Pizza
Poppy and Rockford will be at soccer practice, and I’m starting a Pilates class this week. We’ll all meet up at home eventually to have some pizza.

Friday: ???
We’re swapping kids with my sister-in-law this weekend, and I’m not sure what time we’re meeting them on Friday. So we’re flying by the seat of our pants, meal-wise.

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Turning the kids into responsible humans is an ongoing process

My intention when I sat down at the computer this evening was to write a Pley-inspired post about How I Teach The Children About Responsibility. I was going to write about how it’s our job as parents to help our children to grow into functional and dependable adults, and that we have many tools at our disposal to that end. I was going to share some of those tools, and I was going to allow you to bask in the stern but warm glow of my parenting insights.

But then I got distracted by some cat-print leggings, which naturally sent me down a rabbit hole from which I didn’t escape until I hit the bottom. And when I say “the bottom,” please understand that I was considering buying this:

I talked myself off this sartorial ledge.
I rarely ever wear the Darth Vader dress I already own, so I talked myself off this sartorial ledge.

Yeah, it’s a caped dress adorned with a bedazzled Darth Vader head. And yeah, for a brief moment it was in my shopping cart. But then I reminded myself that I rarely ever wear the Darth Vader dress that I already own, so I closed those tabs and started typing.

And then I was so into “Carefree Highway” that my words slipped away on me. (And then of course I had to look up the lyrics to make sure I was using them accurately.)

And then I remembered there were Thin Mints in the cupboard, so I had to go to the kitchen to eat one the remaining three.

And then it was my turn in my ongoing game of Facebook Scrabble with my dad, and when the game ended (I lost, as usual) and I tried to start a new one it wouldn’t let me and so I started to wonder if my dad had unfriended me on Facebook Scrabble. (I still don’t know the answer to that one.)

What I’m trying to say is: Sometimes I wonder whether I am the ideal person to Teach The Children About Responsibility. And yet Poppy and Pete are my children, and as such I have a responsibility to Teach Them About Responsibility.

Learning how to be responsible is an ongoing and ever-evolving process. For all of us. Here are some of the ways in which Rockford and I are trying to Teach The Children About Responsibility:


Chores


Rockford and I feel that chores are an important part of teaching kids to be responsible, both as a way to be helpful, contributing members of our four-person society and as a way to make money. So Poppy and Pete each have a daily chore list, which includes things like Do Your Laundry, Unload the Dishwasher and Clean the Toilet. Their chores haven’t been required (other than the laundry one), and the kids go through cycles of being very diligent in their work and completely slacking off. Whenever they get into a slacking-off rut, we try to come up with a new way to encourage them to get their work done.

When we first gave the kids chores, I thought that money would be sufficient encouragement. But that didn’t mean much to them until I started making them buy their own ICEEs at Target. At that point, Pete began to graciously offer to treat his sister to an ICEE and Poppy graciously accepted whilst depositing her own coins into her piggy bank. Much as I appreciated his generosity, he wasn’t saving any of his money. Financial responsibility is pretty important, so we tried a new tactic. The kids put half of their allowance into The Spending Jar and the other half into The Savings Pig. I’ve told them that we’ll match whatever they’ve saved when it’s time to buy their first cars, but that hasn’t much of an impact. Pete apparently doesn’t realize how much his dream car — a limousine — is going to set him back, and I think Poppy is planning to take the bus.

The kids haven’t been doing a great job on their chores lately, so it’s time to change things up again. They don’t know this yet — or rather, they’re finding out right now as Poppy reads this — but starting this Monday we’ll be linking Chore Competition to Electronics Time.

School


TCBEvery homeschool operates differently, but in our homeschool there isn’t much urgency for the kids to get their schoolwork done by a specific hour. They work off of a to-do list, and I don’t keep them to a schedule on it. So long as everything’s done by the end of the day, I’m happy. My goal for now is to lead them toward taking care of business under their own initiative. Some days they do, but most days I still have to remind them to check their lists and do their work. Frequently. I am positive that they’ll get there eventually.

Outsourcing


For us, the leaders in the kids’ extracurricular activities — particularly at tae kwon do — are playing a great role in teaching them about responsibility. Show up at tae kwon do without your belt? Don’t know your form? You may be tempted to blame your dog for chewing on your belt or your mom for not reminding you to practice, but that kind of thing does not fly over there. The instructor will call you out, fix her steely-eyed gaze upon you and say “Whose tae kwon do practice is this? Is this your mother’s tae kwon do practice? No. It is yours, and you are responsible for it.” It makes my inner helicopter parents squirm a little when such tough love is directed at my own precious flowers, but then I squash my inner helicopter parent. Because I think it means a lot for a kid to know that their parents aren’t the only people who notice or care about it when they try to slack off.


Helping our children to become responsible people is a huge and important task, and there are plenty of advice columns and talking heads out there who will tell us how to do it. But all the tools and helpful tips in the world will be worthless if Rockford and I don’t lead Pete and Poppy by example. We can tell them 1,000 times over to clean their rooms, but there isn’t going to be much weight behind the command if the floor of our room is covered with baseball cards and Micro Machines. So we try to set a good example for them by being responsible in our own lives, and we do our best to encourage them to be responsible in theirs. It’s a long and winding road that’s worth trudging down.

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An overabundance of anxiety calls for copious amounts of chocolate pudding

Poppy was perusing a local magazine last Monday as the two of us waited for Pete to finish his guitar lesson.

“Uh, Mama? This says our doctors office is closing,” she said, holding the magazine out to me. I took it from her and read over the ad, and indeed it was as she said.

Paul Asman and Jill Lenoble photo
Paul Asman and Jill Lenoble photo
“We are closing in Spring 2016,” it said. “Call us or email us so you can come get your records before we toss them into our Beltane bonfire.”

I may be paraphrasing a bit. I don’t know anything about Beltane. I doubt it’s associated with the destruction of pediatric medical files. But that was the gist of the message: Gather ye records while ye can.

So I called the office, but no one answered. I emailed the office, and no one answered. I called again several times over the course of the next few days. Sometimes it rang and rang into oblivion, other times it rang and then sounded a busy signal. Twice it sounded like an answering machine had picked up, but there was no message. Finally, after three days of calling, someone answered the phone on Thursday and said I could pick up the records on Monday — today — between 9am and 11am.

So naturally Pete has been sick since Friday night and we were supposed to get an ice storm overnight. We did not get an ice storm, but I still didn’t want to drag feverish, hacking Pete out in the cold. Someone actually answered this morning when I called to reschedule, which was nice. Hopefully the weather and our health will cooperate on Thursday, when we’re supposed to go pick up the records.

I’m not sure what happened that caused them to close up shop so abruptly, but I’m surprised that the only notification was a magazine ad. I would think an automated phone call or a letter to their patients would be a more efficient way to be sure you’ve reached everyone.

Writing this out, it occurs to me that the physician situation is probably contributing to the feeling of impending doom I’ve been having for several days now. That, and the fact that Pete was sick and Rockford was gone all week and was sick when he got home and I spent about seven hours over the course of two days at Poppy’s tae kwon do testing this weekend and Poppy’s twice-weekly soccer practices start up again this week, and I feel like I was and still am behind on everything.

For hours yesterday, especially, I felt like I was just about to topple over the edge into a panic attack. It eventually subsided after I went to the grocery store and came home and ate some pudding and read a book under my trusty blanket.

(“But Nichole,” you may be saying to your screen. “What about the yoga?” And I say to you that I don’t know, exactly, but I’ve been having a hard time turning down the static in my brain enough to focus on the yoga for the last several days. I’m still trying, though. Sometimes you need yoga, sometimes you need chocolate pudding.)

Speaking of the grocery store and awkward segues, here’s what we’re having for dinner this week:

Monday: Breakfast for dinner
Omelets and veggie sausages, most likely.

Tuesday: Hot ham and cheese sandwiches
Poppy will most likely forgo the ham.

Wednesday: Manicotti
I had ravioli on the menu, but frozen manicotti was BOGO when I got to the store. Manicotti it is.

Thursday: FreezerFest
We have a plethora of frozen proteins in the fridge, so it’ll be a Choose Your Own Adventure meal.

Friday: Pizza
Right now it looks like it might be warm enough to grill again by Friday, but I’m not holding my breath.

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