Our local Y just opened a brand new facility with an awesome family pool. I took this as a sign that is was the time of year to resume swimming. Not surprisingly, things started a bit differently today then usual.
Sunday night, I stayed up late working. I woke up Monday sleep deprived. This led to a very early bedtime (I can't tell you what time it was - too embarassing) on Monday. Needless to say, packing the pool bag, snacks, or getting dinner ready did not happen. THANK GOD I had an opportunity to get brilliant advice from another physician mom at work today. This is a woman who runs an entire department, and beautifully, I might add. Both she and her husband are in demanding positions, so she has had to be creative in some of her parenting to keep her two young children alive and happy.
We were discussing how normally I follow a menu:
Monday - grilled steak, mashed potatoes (made on Sunday, reheated Mondays), steamed broccolli
Tuesday - grilled fish, quinoa (also prepped on weekend), steamed green beans
Wednesday - brown rice spaghetti, meatballs, spinach salad
Thursday - Rotisserie chicken, french bread, traditional salad
Friday - pizza night!!!
Weekend - no plans, whew!!!
She was very kind to not be critical of how uptight I am, but offered instead to offer her solution to juggling the tight schedule at work and personal life. Her sacrifice (in that she feels like something has to be let go so she can attend the school play, girl scouts, etc., etc.) has been getting McDonald's.
Now, initially, for anyone who knows my nutrition nazi ways, you can imagine the gasp that came out of my mouth and my extremely wide eyes. What??? A physician feeding her kids' McDonald's? Not once a week, but sometimes twice (and rarely a third time sneaks in there.) I hate it when I get all judgemental like that, like the time in college I decided I really disliked sororities, but then I tried one to try, and really, really disliked it. But at least then I had a basis for quitting. Friends sleeping with each others' boyfriends just isn't my thing. Aaaanywhooo...back to McDonalds. I tried to think it through rationally. I could get the food, stop by the house, pack up a bag, pick up the monsters, have them eat on the way to the pool and voila! We could be in the water by 5:30 at the latest. It was a perfect plan! This woman is clearly a genius. This is why she runs a department.
And it happened! There were chicken nuggets and fries with sides of apples and apple juice all around for the young'uns. Mommy & Daddy had the most delicious fried chicken club sandwiches with bacon, cheese, lettuce, and tomato. (And duh, of course we had fries. Did you really have to ask???). They devoured the food in the two mile drive between school and pool. The rest, is history.