the food situation
Me: “As soon a Dad gets back to NYC I’m going to LA for a few days. Okay?”
Maya: “Okay. But what are Dad and I going to eat while you’re gone?”
My first thought:@#$%@#.
My second, third, fourth, and fifth thoughts:
- Have we really made so little progress since the first time I left her with Ali 2 years ago?
- I’m confused. The way she’s acting you’d think I cook like Ina Garten. Is she forgetting I opened a can of sodium-laden Trader Joe’s Chicken Noodle soup for her dinner tonight?
- Apparently she’s not going to miss me at all, just my skills with the Oxo can opener.
- Ali’s been out of town since mid-December. Funny how she posed no questions about how she and I were going to manage when he left to be wherever in the universe he happens to be right now.
I think it’s ironic that I – a person who thinks so little about food – lives with 2 people who are obsessed with their next meal.
I’ve decided that this time around I’m not going to worry about their food situation. After all, if they can’t manage on their own for a whopping 67 hours I just don’t know what to say.
**Note. That last paragraph is totally false. Of course I’m going to worry what they’re eating. I’m already worried and I haven’t left yet. Sigh.