PLANNING A THOUGHTLESS WEEK

As we adjust to our roles as parents, The Wife and I have a lot to think about now that we never had to think about before.

Who is going to get up when the Little One cries next time? 

Do we have enough wet wipes to clean up the next dirty diaper?

Do we have any clean underwear for tomorrow?

Just about all of our thoughts revolve around the Little One. For both of us, it's him first, us second.

If I'm being totally honest, there is far more pressure on The Wife. For now, she is still with him every day. When he's hungry, she pretty much has to be the one to respond. Well, unless I start lactating sometime soon, of course. 

It isn't exciting, but at least it's done.

She changes more diapers. She knows far more about which clothes still fit and which ones the Little One has outgrown. We call this the Sad Pile. We love how he looks in so many outfits, and to know he has already grown so much that certain clothes don't fit, well, we there are days we just wish we could slow time down a bit.

With so much on The Wife's mind, it behooves me to pick up some slack in other areas. So yesterday, before any football games kicked off, I made a quick run to the grocery store while the Little One was getting his third breakfast of the morning, courtesy of The Wife.

Using The Wife's food plan as a reference, I decided dinners for the week. The lineup will include pancakes, spaghetti with sausage (soy sausage for The Wife, a veggie head), tortellini and buffalo (soy) chicken with perigees and veggies.  

It's certainly not an exciting lineup. Well, except for the spaghetti and sausage. The Wife has never had the soy sausage, so we'll see how that goes.

The Wife didn't even mind
the junk food.

For the next week, the food doesn't need to be exciting. The key is to take away thinking for a few days. When dinner time rolls around, there will be no thinking about what we feel like eating. There will be no trying to figure out what we are in the mood to eat.

How did The Wife feel about the dinner lineup? Well, as I returned with the groceries, she gave a big hug and said, "Thank you." She didn't even seem to mind the bucket of chocolate chip cookies or the bag of chips that joined the other food.

She wasn't concerned with it. Nor is she concerned with the dinner lineup. For the next few days at least, she doesn't need to think about it.