Glenn 
Last Friday night, my 8-year-old announced she needed to bring a treat to school on Monday for her friend’s birthday celebration. Of course, she told me this at 8:30 PM while I was already in my pajamas, thinking the hardest decision I’d have to make was which Netflix show to watch. My husband looked up … Read more
Last Friday night was one of those chaos-filled evenings where my toddler had dumped half a bag of goldfish crackers on the floor, my husband was frantically searching for his work laptop charger, and I suddenly remembered I’d invited friends over for dinner. With exactly zero dessert plan and about twenty minutes before they arrived. … Read more
Wednesday night, 6:47 PM. Soccer practice ran late, my ten-year-old had a meltdown about his math homework, and I was staring into my fridge like it might magically produce a fully cooked dinner. My husband wandered into the kitchen and asked the question that makes every parent’s eye twitch: “So, what’s for dinner?” I grabbed … Read more
My 6-year-old spotted me pulling frozen tater tots out of the freezer last Tuesday and immediately started doing this little victory dance around the kitchen. “Tater tot casserole!” he shouted, like I’d just announced we were going to Disney World. My husband poked his head around the corner. “The good stuff?” Yep. The good stuff. … Read more
My 7-year-old stumbled into the kitchen after soccer practice last Tuesday, dropped his muddy cleats by the door, and made his usual post-practice announcement: “Mom, I’m STARVING and I need food NOW.” I looked at the clock. 6:15 PM. Dinner was supposed to be ready 15 minutes ago, and I had absolutely nothing planned. That’s … Read more
Yesterday, my 7-year-old walked into the kitchen, took one look at me pulling ingredients out of the pantry, and asked, “Are you making something good or something healthy?” I laughed and said, “What if I told you it could be both?” She gave me her best skeptical face and said, “I’ll be the judge of … Read more
Last Sunday, I was staring into my fridge at 5 PM with absolutely no dinner plan, when my 8-year-old walked in and announced he was “starving to death.” Dramatic much? My husband poked his head around the corner with that look that said, “Please don’t let this turn into another cereal-for-dinner night.” That’s when I … Read more
My 9-year-old walked into the kitchen last Wednesday while I was stirring together what looked like a vat of creamy, cheesy goodness and asked, “Mom, what’s that smell? It’s like mac and cheese had a baby with spaghetti.” Pretty accurate assessment, actually. My husband appeared seconds later, drawn by the same incredible aroma, and immediately … Read more
Tuesday evening, 5:47 PM. My 3-year-old was having a complete meltdown because her sock felt “too bumpy,” my husband was stuck in traffic, and I was staring at my empty meal plan like it might magically produce dinner ideas. Then I spotted ground beef in the freezer and a box of spaghetti in the pantry, … Read more
Saturday morning, 7 AM. My 4-year-old shuffles into the kitchen still in her unicorn pajamas and asks if we can make “the flippy pancakes” for breakfast. My husband, barely conscious with his first cup of coffee, gives me this look that says “please don’t make me stand at the stove flipping anything right now.” Enter … Read more