We are of the generation where wives cooked for their husbands. Mom had dinner on the table within a few minutes of my dad's return from work. It wasn't slave labor. Mom liked the routine... as do I. But it's not the same for our children. My daughter (as well as my sons' wives) don't do this. Oh yes, they cook occasionally (and may enjoy doing it), but it's definitely not every night and definitely not at any assigned time. And I will report that my sons (as well as SIL) do cook as well. This is family life 'evolving'.... and my philosophy is 'whatever works'.
You will laugh at this next picture. I should have taken a picture of the omelet, but instead was fascinated by this little tomato. It was so pretty that I had to take its photo before cutting it. (I know, I'm weird... deal with it).
|tomato on countertop|
|tomato on my windowsill|
And as we were doing this, Ghost was giving Molly 'the look'.... which means "don't mess with me". Molly is our 20 year old and she had just given Ghost a little slap with her paw as a warning not to get in her sunspot. Ghost was responding with 'the look'...
The reason I used the title I did on this post is because yesterday I was down a bit (what with the migraine, missing class, and $$$ car probs). But this morning life is new again. I feel better and am ready to take it all back on. And sometimes I think that people don't give this *tomorrow is another day* a chance.