Social Services should come take my children away...

Once again, I have served my children a culinary masterpiece for dinner this evening. Boiled hot dogs and Cheetos. I am so ashamed of myself. Not a fruit or vegetable on any of the three brightly colored plates I sat in front of them. And to make matters worse, we are eating in front of the television. Yes, social services should come and take my children away from me. I am not fit to be responsible for their well-being.

The crazy thing is that I actually am not a terrible cook. I am not a great cook, by any means, but there are a few meals that I can make pretty well. I make an awesome chicken lasagna. My potato soup rocks. I can cook the heck out of some enchiladas. There are definitely meals I can cook that would be more nutritious and delicious than boiled hot dogs and Cheetos. My problem lies in time management. I can't seem to find the time to cook a nutritious meal. Between homework and baths and brushing teeth and reading stories, when is a woman supposed to find the time? On the days when I do manage to squeeze in a few moments to prepare a nutritious meal for my kids, they refuse to eat it. As a matter of fact, they turn their noses up at it and declare it "yucky" before I have even finished cooking. I can't win either way.

I need a personal chef. I bet Oprah's personal chef could whip up something we'd all enjoy. And then maybe momma might have time to actually watch Oprah. Then again...probably not.