I’m also so angry I’m calm. Last night I was so upset I only went to bed. I couldn’t handle the situation and now that it is 12 hours later, still don’t know what to do. So I’m drinking coffee and blogging.
Let’s make a short story long: Yesterday was my day off. I got texted and asked to come in by another Head Cashier who before her shift even started had planned to leave early. I so regret now having gone in. I don’t think I’ll ever say yes ever again.
Schnucks (local grocery store) was selling these packages of meat. Four to a box, assorted, their were pork steaks, chicken breasts, chicken wings, ribs, twice baked potatoes, ground beef and hamburger patties. I selected one with breasts, wings, potatoes and hamburger patties. It was decided that on my day off I would grill.
For dinner last night I was making lemon pepper chicken on the grill, au gratin potatoes and Italian zucchini. Since I got called into work, I got the chicken off the grill and put it in the crock pot, made au gratin potatoes and put them in the oven (all my kids had to do was take it out) and the zucchini was canned so they had to open it and heat it up.
It was the coming home from work that broke me. I hadn’t eaten since noon, and got home about twenty till midnight. I hadn’t eaten in almost twelve hours, so let’s just say I was a tad peckish. I walked in the house, greeted the dog, and went into the kitchen, mouth watering at the idea of lemon pepper chicken, au gratin potatoes and zucchini. The zucchini was in a bowl on the counter, the au gratin potatoes were in the pan on the stove wrapped in plastic, and the chicken still in the crock pot. I shouted at my children. Really? Really? OMG all this food, wasted.
Their defense? They said at least they turned the crock pot down to warm, there was no room in the fridge for the potatoes, and the zucchini tasted awful. (The chicken was in the crock pot for 6 hours on warm, so it kept cooking, the entire bottom shelf of the fridge was empty, and I didn’t get to try the zucchini.)
I just stood over the wasted food and cried. I now had no dinner. I texted Russ, saying things like: “I can’t even. I don’t want to cook anymore for the kids.” And honestly I don’t. Let them eat cereal or mac n cheese or soup or sandwiches. (Now before you think I’m talking about small children, my son will be 18 this month, and my daughter 15 in November.)
I had to throw away an entire pan of au gratin potatoes (I had made two boxes before I left, wanted to make sure there would be enough for when Russ and I got home) and the zucchini. The chicken was fully cooked when it went into the crock pot, and though the crock pot had been set to ‘warm,’ 6 hours later the chicken on top was dried out (I ate some, I was hungry, was like eating under cooked pasta) and the chicken on the bottom, though tender from being in water, had no lemon pepper flavor, just tasted like chicken.
I didn’t punish my kids because I don’t know what can I do that would be effective. I thought about grounding them to their rooms, from their phones, taking their doors away (my kids enjoy their privacy) but I had nothing. So I cried some more, crawled into bed and went to sleep.