I am not generally one to make resolutions. My logic is such that if I don’t make any promises, I will not suffer the repercussions when I break one. With two kids, three jobs, the ever-growing piles of laundry and dishes, and the recent appearance of an unwanted guest (who has decided to take up residence in the wall behind my older child’s closet in the hopes that she will continue to drop candy wrappers in there), I can’t handle the guilt I would inevitably feel after sneaking just one more piece of fudge from the Christmas stash. So, my only resolution for 2012 was not to make any resolutions.
And now I have to admit that I have already broken my resolution.
As anyone claiming the title of domestic engineer will tell you, running a household is not easy. As the chief DE of my house, I oversee the daily operations that keep us all in business. If I were actually managing a business, I would have to keep careful records to ensure that everyone and everything was in the right place at the right time. Failing to do so would result in a cash register being unmanned or a shelf full of expired items. Both of these situations would cause an interruption of service and put my future with the company in jeopardy. As a mother, failing to do my job puts something more important in jeopardy — my family.
One area that I have long needed improvement in is meal planning. I often find myself at 5:30 PM not knowing what we’re having for dinner. Then, when I look in the refrigerator, I see a shelf full of moldy leftovers. And in the pantry is a conglomeration of items that would not create anything appetizing. So, after opening the door a third time only to find pancake syrup, barbecue sauce, and three packets of Ramen noodles, I load the kids in the car to go pick something up. It’s the American way, right? Maybe, but I suspect the wisdom of the Chinese would serve my family better. The old proverb says that if you give a man a fish, you feed him for a day, but if you teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime. With my current way of doing things, I am not feeding my children with their long-term welfare in mind.
So, on New Year’s Day, I unwittingly made a resolution to be more careful with the family meal plan. I actually wrote out a list of the meals we would eat for the week. Then, I went shopping for the ingredients I would need. My plan allowed for the excess and the quick to expire items to be used on another day. Today marks the last day on our weekly plan. (We’re having fried rice and egg rolls.) We’ve only eaten out once (as a weekend treat). And best of all, we ended the week with money still in the bank!
Despite breaking my anti-resolution, I’m pleased with the steps I have taken to move my family in the right direction, so I’m going give it another shot next week. I figure I already broke my resolution, so it can’t hurt!