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Sunday, September 13, 2020

Why I Quit Doing Family Dinner

 I'm a huge fan of family dinners.  I grew up eating dinner as a family every single night, no exceptions that I can recall.  It made no difference if one parent was out of town.  It made no difference if it was a time of great turmoil and stress in our family.  We sat down together for dinner every single night.  I often marvel at my mother's ability to pull this off, though she usually reminds me that there was at least one period of very simple dinners like hot dogs or hamburgers most nights during some difficult times. Nevertheless I find it admirable and impressive. 

I've always had a tenuous relationship with getting my act together for family dinners, or frankly, most things that traditional mothers seem to be able to pull off.  I've done once a month cooking, which helped, although I found that I often forgot to plan for sides when I was pulling food out of the freezer.  When my husband is out of town I have little to no motivation to get everyone to the table to eat a proper meal together and my husband has been out of town a LOT for the past 15 years. There was a brief period where he was coming home every night after a fairly normal workday and I committed hard to having a proper meal ready for family dinner most nights during that time and that was truly nice.  There was also a period where he was the stay-at-home dad while I was a work-at-home mom and that was a glorious time for meals in our household. Between him being a professional chef and a penchant for domesticity that I have never had, we were having amazing family breakfasts and  family dinners during that time and it was one of the best times in our family history.  Sadly it was not maintainable financially, but we would both be happier with this set up. 

Before we moved we went through about a year of primarily having things like frozen pizzas, frozen chicken nuggets, frozen burritos... basically the whole Costco freezer section.  Interestingly, my lack of consistency in providing healthy, balanced meals has resulted in my children loving vegetables and seeing them as a delicacy worth fighting over, so I could get a bag of frozen vegetables or bagged salads and they would eat them as snacks.  We didn't sit down for family meals either. I wasn't doing a lot of  other family management either, to be honest. I felt like a failure and I was in a deep depression.  It was a pretty bad year for the whole family and damage was done.  Honestly the lack of family meals was the least of the issues.

When we moved to Houston it was a new start. The move was hard on some of my kids and I was committed to showing them what a good family life we could and would have even though everything was changing. I honestly have no idea how I did all of the things I did. I did everything.  I had three kids in school and carpooled with another family, so I had afternoon pick up every day. I was homeschooling all the rest. I had the kids in extracurricular activities.  I showed up for neighborhood events to try to avoid being seen as just that weirdo with all the kids, (not sure that worked, actually, but I met some wonderful people and I have some truly great neighbors). I recommitted to family dinner and worked on adding some recipes to my same boring routine. Truly, I'm not even sure how I did all of that while pregnant with twins. Then the babies were born and somehow I still kept going.  Within a week of coming home from the hospital I went right back to carpool and driving for extracurriculars. I got family dinners going again shortly after that.  If I could go back and give myself advice I would have advised myself to relax my standards a bit, but it's possible that my family really needed me to be all of those things at that time to recover and heal from the time before we moved. 

The following year I moved the school kids back home. I loved the school they were at, but one kid was struggling emotionally and I was doing a good job homeschooling. I felt really good about it for the first time in a long time.  I'm a homeschooler at heart and always seem to come back to it even though we try other things on occasion. Around this time I also picked up a part time work-from-home job doing transcription and captioning. I've worked from home during most of my adult life, sometimes out of necessity and sometimes out of needing something to do besides the kids.  Working is like a little break for me, or a hobby that makes money. It's especially nice when I have jobs that I can watch shows while I work, which, unfortunately I can't do with transcription or captioning.  It was during this time that family dinners started slipping again and becoming fewer and further between  I'd get it together to do family meals on weekends when my husband is home but I just couldn't get it done during the week. 

At first I felt guilty about this. But not as guilty as I used to. I've had a lot of time for reflection and growth and figuring sh** out in the past couple of years.  The fact is, I'm never going to succeed trying to be what I thought moms were supposed to be and once I quit trying, I quit failing.  This is a slight twist on the "lower your standards" rule of avoiding failure.  Like, yes, definitely lower your standards if you can't meet them. I stand by that.  But also, why not get some different standards that you can succeed at? Instead of feeling bad that I don't homeschool and keep house and feed the family the way I saw all the moms doing it growing up I'll play to my strengths and my creativity and frankly, I do a kick a** job at running my family. My pep talks I give myself have two main themes.  One, I focus on what a special snowflake I am and how I just can't be expected to be like the traditional moms because I'm just soooo unique and can't be boxed in.  (Hopefully the self-mockery is apparent here.) The other is being truly honest about what I actually do for my family and I do a LOT.  I remember when reading The Screwtape Letters in high school taking note that humility involves honesty.  It's not humility for a great artist to claim that he's terrible.  There is no virtue in convincing myself that I'm failing my family when in truth, nearly everything I do is in service of them and I serve them well.  

I don't mean to oversell it, I have a ton of flaws too. I'm physically lazy (but let me be honest even here too, I'm not just lazy, I suffer from low physical energy and physical pain - but yeah, I'm lazy too). I'm prone to escapism and wanting everyone to just LEAVE ME ALONE while I engage in mindless, pointless game apps, or binge watch shows, or whatever else.  But now instead of just trying to quash my flaws completely, I've found more success in working with them and allowing time for them so  I don't just crash and burn from trying to be just so darn good all the time. When I accept my flaws and weaknesses and focus on my strengths I can consistently do great things for my family.  

So, bringing this back to dinner, part of my process in accepting this was first analyzing what I value about family dinner and what I think the benefits are. In my mind the family dinner is a lot about a time of day set aside for the family to come together and have conversation and reconnect after being apart for school and work all day.  If dad isn't home and I've spent literally all day connecting with and having family time with my children, listening to them, focusing on their needs, talking with them, etc., the need to set aside "reconnection" time isn't quite as great.  Obviously most homeschoolers I know are still having family dinner, so I'm not even close to trying to advocate that homeschoolers need not bother.  However, most homeschoolers do at least have dad coming home from work every night so that family time reconnection with Dad is still a thing. 

Don't get me wrong, I still see family dinner as something of value, and an ideal, but it's an ideal that I'm accepting letting go of at this time in my life.  Now it's time for an indignant rant, are you ready? Do you have any idea how much I do for my family?  Do you have any idea what's involved in managing the schedules of 12 people?  Figuring out the individual educational needs and gathering the books and planning the time to work with everyone and making sure I haven't set up conflicting schedules so that they don't need the computer at the same time, and that I have time to check everyone's work and still teach math and grammar lessons, etc. etc.?  That alone takes hours of planning.  Not to mention complex chore systems that both get everything done and are fair.  Teaching conflict resolution is a full time job, which I spoke about in my last podcast. I let my kids play video games so I have to have a fairly complex screen time schedule too to make sure each kid gets a turn at least once a week with an available system and/or monitor. I take two to three transcription/captioning jobs a week and the money gets set aside for extras such as midwifery bills or Christmas. Oh, and did I mention I now run a small trucking company?  Yeah, I do that, which is pretty involved as well.  I do the family budget too, and pay all the bills, and make all the appointments and handle anything that involves paperwork. I read all the books on demand to the baby girls, and I stay up late to chat with teenagers and young adults since apparently that's when they want to talk. And I do it all well...  for the most part... I mean I'm not saying the occasional appointment doesn't slip through the cracks, but, you know.  I do all that and still manage to have time to tell people on the internet when they are wrong (you're welcome). By 4 PM, frankly, I am DONE.  Sooooo done.  And if you think for one second (this is where I get really ranty) that I'm going to feel GUILTY that after doing all that I don't have the energy left to put together a balanced meal and sit everyone down for a family dinner, well YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING.  *takes several deep calming breaths*  

So anyway, I still want to do better in the food department than frozen Costco food, so we do it a little differently now.  A balanced diet doesn't have to happen all at once, so I buy all the components for good balanced meals and we just make them and eat them sporadically. Everyone still loves vegetables, so we'll roast broccoli or asparagus or Brussels sprouts around lunch time or in the early afternoons a few days a week and have it as a snack.  The kids love mashed potatoes so we'll make up a big pot one day and they'll have it as a snack or a side with whatever they are eating for lunch or dinner for the next few days. Same with rice.  We make three to four big meals a week, like a big pot of spaghetti or chili  or taco meat, or seasoned chicken and frijoles in the instant pots.  We have one designated hot dog night.  When Josh is home on the weekends we get take out one night, and we usually do one family breakfast (the kids beg to make pancakes, and I'm not going to complain about that) and Josh usually cooks something delicious.  If our situation changes I'll probably re-prioritize. If I end up with kids back in school or somehow Josh magically was able to start coming home every night, I might move it up to the top of the list again, but something else would have to give for me to do that.  I can't do all of the things, so that's one that I let go and I'm okay with it.  I'm definitely not suggesting others do the same. But what chaps my hide is to hear a mom  who is figuratively bleeding and dying daily for her family and then feeling guilty because she can't bleed, die, and  meet every arbitrary imaginary standard that she thinks she is somehow obligated to meet because she is the mom.  


/END RANT/  


Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Quarangstine

My experience is like so many others'. In quarantine, my stress, my depression, my anxiety, my inner conflict, my drama isn't special. For once it's socially acceptable to be feeling all of these things. I've dealt with depression and anxiety for my entire adult life, sometimes not very well, but pretty successfully in the past few years I like to think. I'd like to think that makes me uniquely equipped to handle myself and the angst, and maybe it does, but as usual in the lows I'm not so sure. My number one coping skill that was life-changing for me when I adopted it about 6 years ago was being okay with the bad days.  I used to spend a lot of time panicking over the fact that I felt bad.  Feeling bad that I felt bad.  My bad days started feeling a little less oppressive when I decided that it was okay that I felt bad, remembering that I have lots of good days too and oh well if this isn't one of them, another one will be.  On good days I made back up plans for the very bad days, with low expectations (brush teeth, more independent school work, movies for the kids, letting them bake things they have been wanting to bake, use paper plates if we have them, etc.) so that I could still get through a bad day and "succeed". I learned that adding in outside obligations gave me less time to wallow and snapped me out of a low much faster than not doing things, so I signed the kids up for classes and joined moms' groups and co-ops and made plans.  I sabotage my low self by making future plans with friends any time I'm feeling okay. Which brings us back to quarantine.

Mind you, when I say that I'm "better" when I have outside obligations, I'm not saying that I look forward to doing things, being involved in groups, fulfilling plans that I made because I knew I needed to. I don't look forward to leaving the house, ever, even for things I desperately want to do.  Even when my husband would generously offer (in the before, of course) to send me off to get coffee by myself because everyone is driving me crazy, my first instinctual internal reaction would be, "Why would you suggest such a thing?  Don't you know that involves putting on decent clothes and managing my hair and finding my shoes and climbing into the car? Why are you trying to kill me?"  Truly, my first choice for downtime would be everyone else leaving and me sitting at home alone for a while. For social activities, which I desperately crave, want, and need, I am still filled with a sense of dread when it comes time to get ready to go. To be clear it's not the activity or the company that I'm dreading. Once I arrive I'm usually chipper and delightful and I can't shut up (a sure sign of having needed to be there).  It's the getting ready to go that I find insurmountable, though I usually do it anyway. I'm one of those people who would probably be best served by getting dressed every morning in going out clothes and having my face and hair "social ready", but my internal reaction to such a suggestion is, "Death first!" Perhaps it's a post-quarantine resolution to consider.

On February 29th my husband and I went out to dinner with another couple. Delicious Mexican food, good margaritas and great company. The coronavirus briefly came up.  I shared my understanding of why everyone concerned and then laughingly admitted that my "expertise" came from the reading of exactly one article, which I finally googled because I noticed that people were talking about it more and more.

On Thursday, March 12th things started escalating quickly. One by one we started getting word of all activities being canceled. I'm not going to lie, we had a lot scheduled the following week, and if you recall how I feel about leaving the house, I was pretty excited about all the cancellations. Four of my kids were scheduled to go to a week-long maritime camp in Galveston on Monday.  It was an amazing opportunity for them. The camp was being funded by a grant and it was a free once in a lifetime opportunity for them. They were so excited. Of course I signed them up when the opportunity arose, and of course I was going to get them there.  But let me tell you, I was not happy about the 6 a.m. drive to Galveston Monday morning. I had literally been dreading it and whining to my husband and sisters about it for weeks. As things were being canceled throughout the day on Thursday and I had yet to hear from the camp I wondered if I should make the executive decision to withdraw, but I didn't trust myself to know whether I would be making that decision out of prudence and wisdom or if it's because I really, really didn't want to drive to Galveston. On Thursday night they called to cancel. I don't know if it makes me look like a good parent that I was going to take them for this adventure despite it feeling like the end of the world for me to get up so early and make the drive, or if it makes me look like a bad parent that I was excited when the end of the world actually arrived so I didn't have to, but I was simultaneously heartbroken for my disappointed kids and ecstatic at my good fortune in getting out of it.

I won't bore you with the mundane details of trying to shop during this time as we're all experiencing the same limits and shortages.  Most things are findable with some effort, although if anyone knows where to get bleach, hit me up.  My main issue is that I'm not willing to go above and beyond to find what I need.  I could try different stores, but that involves getting in and out of my car multiple times which is fairly insurmountable and why bother when we can eat quesadillas and eggs and potatoes, and apparently unlimited biscuits and gravy? I whined on Facebook about some of the limits and some very kind friends picked up what I needed the next time they were out.  I felt a little sheepish so I offered to do the same for them next time I shopped and felt better about it.

I did have social distancing fail a couple weeks ago at Aldi.  At Aldi you pay a quarter for your cart and it's returned when you return the cart. I was taking my cart back up to the cart return and arrived at the same time a man was about to pay his quarter.  As is common, I offered him my cart and he handed me his quarter. At the moment we made the exchange our eyes locked with a mutual panicked expression of, "Dear God, we've killed us all!"  Presumably, management noticed this illicit exchange because next time I went, the cart area was blocked off and a gloved masked man was stationed at the entrance handing out carts and collecting quarters by hand and putting them in his pocket.  When I returned my cart he didn't offer me my quarter back and for whatever reason I couldn't bring myself to ask, so I've been bitter about that for several days.

The first couple of weeks at home we all did almost non-stop screen time. I feel fatigued on and off so I've imagined that I either have the coronavirus, or I'm pregnant (test was negative), or both, but more likely it's anxiety and not eating very well. I find these cowboys screaming extremely cathartic and watch it for several minutes at a time whenever I'm feeling crazy:


I'm not even joking. Sometimes I cast it to the T.V. and my little kids will watch it for 10 minutes at a time intermittently joining in the screaming until they get bored and wander off. The fifth scream is really the best, it really speaks to my soul.  I've listened to the whole song it originated from once. I can't really tell you what it's about, it's really weird. I don't even know the name of it, just search "cowboys screaming in the sky" if you're interested.  My 17-year-old makes fun of me for liking the screaming so much because it was apparently prime meme fodder two years ago and it's not "in" anymore.

I've watched/listened to endless song parodies with quarantine themes. The first hundred or so were entertaining when everything was still new.  It was like, "Oh, my gosh, this is so funny! And relatable!  And it's like, wow, like we're all going through the same things!" They've all gotten a bit tiresome now.  "Oh look, another familiar tune that says the exact same things about 6 feet, toilet paper, hand sanitizer and day drinking. Meh." The Holderness Family videos are still pretty entertaining, with more personal quirks thrown in.

I finished the internet last week, so I started knitting again, and we're keeping a loose school schedule and I'm reading aloud more.  Kids are baking more often which is delicious. One of my better quarantine decisions was starting us on the Sharknado movies.  I think the second was my favorite so far.  The third was starting to get a little tiresome, but they managed to top the endings of both the first two and it was absolutely glorious. I think we've got three left to go. If you watch these, please don't do so on my recommendation.  I can't be held responsible for this, do your own research.

I had more I thought I wanted to say, but I've lost the stamina.

So, that's how we're coping. How about you?