A compromise

So it's no secret that my culinary skills are outrageously out-shined by....umm...well, everyone. I'm like the opposite of Giada, who unfairly so, is the epitome of intuition in the kitchen. Anyway, I have learned to accept this unfortunate fact, and have been serving myself well from Chad's dishes-o-amazingness nightly. Well, since the Little Lady has made her appearance, I literally can count on one hand the amount of times I've actually cooked something. It's all about waiting for Chad to come home and figuring out exactly what he's craving, so that way I can just handle the kids while he slaves away over a hot stove, after he has just slaved away all day long at work. The good news is, the man likes cooking. It's a release for him, something which compliments my stress-ball ways when it comes to the heart of the home.

On a completely different note, about a month-and-a-half ago, I realized that I will never be without the kids, if even for forty-five minutes, unless they're sleeping. It's one of those things that just hits you once #2 comes along, where with #1, the hubster can relieve you every once in awhile and all is well. Of course Chadly can always take both kids while I sleep in or what have you, but it's just not the same. There's no such thing as a stressless "me" moment, at least while they're this age.

But anyway, I'm completely, 100%, totally fine with that. It's my job, and exactly what I signed up for. I truly am making a conscious point to savor it. Something I always used to read out there in blog-land was "to savor the little moments because they won't be tiny forever," and with the coming of Kota, I see how important that is. 

That being said though, it can get mighty tiring. Every single day, without fail, 5:00 pm will roll around and I'll feel so spent it's outrageous. Like I just ran 5 marathons in a row, which again, is completely fine, but just tough from time to time.

Anyway, Chad and I were discussing this fact, when he said, "You know what would be awesome and easier on everyone? If I just came home from work everyday, we ate right then and there, then I can handle the kids' bedtime routine. That way I can spend more time with the babes, not have to cook as much, and you can relax. What do you think?"

Um, yes please. 

Why had that never occurred to me before?

The only thing I would have to do is start cooking about an hour before he gets home, something which scared me because of the wild task of balancing both kids, but hey! I had never even tried it before, so how was I so positive that it would be a disaster?

There I was, forcing my man to cook like a maniac after a long day, while I just sort of barraged him with all the weird points of the last eight hours because, remember, that's when I would hit my tired phase.

So a deal was struck, and it has been ever so enjoyable.

Now I'm spitting out crazy meals like chicken and vegetable pasta and stuffed portobello mushrooms with eggplant parmesan. What the heck?! Who knew I had it in me!

Anyway, quite the exciting little week we've had over here in the land of the C's, and I daresay my kitchen skills are improving! 

Woohooo!