Here’s the problem.
You get home from work, five nights a week. The kid or kids are fractious, tired, cold, hungry. You have to cook dinner, feed them, supervise their homework, and then get them bathed and into bed.
All in the space of about two hours before bedtime.
You haven’t got time to fluff around like a celebrity chef, whipping up double portions of everything.
That’s exactly right. From Monday night through to Thursday night, you are on an immovable deadline. There is absolutely no wiggle room. It’s action stations every night, for all of you.
Let’s start at the end, instead of the beginning.
What if you cooked double portions on Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday?
When there’s less pressure. When you’ve done your shop. When you’ve got time to talk with the kids about what they want to eat.
You’d have three ready-cooked meals, from home, waiting for you in the freezer. Starting from when you finish work on Monday night.
On the way home, you and the kids decide which meal you’re eating tonight.
You walk in the door, Monday night. Hang up coats, put away shoes. Change into track pants, and open the freezer door. Pull out the frozen meal. While it’s reheating, you sit with the kids. Supervise their homework.
Then, homework done, they pack up their bags for tomorrow, while you serve dinner.
Time to relax and eat as a family.
From there – dishes, baths, chat about the day – can all be part of that happy, warm, relaxed family time before sleep.
Repeat Tuesday night. Repeat Wednesday night. And you’re already ahead of the game.
No takeaways. No shouting. No tears before bedtime. (Less likely, anyway.)
Result? Homework done. Home cooked meals, six nights a week.
Takeaways on one night only. Because you all rock.
Told ya. You Supermom, you.