I consider it a large part of my *job to feed my children well, and enough. Many days, it seems like all I do is prepare food, dispense food, clean up food, repeat. That’d be all well and good if these efforts were appreciated.
I’m onto Bob. He’s been expressing enough appreciation for him, as well as the three kids. The kids are frequently in the camp of, “I don’t weewy wike dis (Sam)”, “dis is yucky (Grey)”, or I’ll just let this roll off my tongue and throw it on the floor…they laugh at everything I do anyway (Bo).
Honestly, sometimes I feel a little like this….
*Sam recently decided I don’t have a real job since I don’t leave the house to go to work. So, I guess that thinking starts early... Awesome.