This morning, for the first time ever Man-Child made his own breakfast. While this not seem monumental to you it is for us.
Man-Child is notoriously lazy when it comes to feeding himself. This is his father’s fault (seriously) since he does all the cooking and is basically an Italian mother - “eat, eat!” – and gets frustrated if someone else is in his kitchen and doing things in a totally different way than he would.
I have been trying to get Man-Child to learn to fend for himself. Hubby gets too exasperated whenever he catches me in the kitchen (ineptly) trying to teach him how to make something simple, like eggs. So then he takes over and Man-Child fades into the background.
If I don’t feed the child in the morning, he will give me those big, puppy dog eyes and try to make me feel guilty. Even if I don’t fall for it he would rather go to school hungry than make himself something (yes, that’s how lazy his is. Totally his father’s fault!). I can’t stand to send him to school hungry so I end up feeding him something (usually through a drive-thru).
This morning, after Hubby left, I pulled out the Pillsbury Grand Biscuits (hey, do not judge! I’m NOT a cook and these things are pretty good – and quick – and way better than fast food). I proceeded to walk Man-Child through the process of heating the oven, opening the can and popping them in the oven. I took a total hands-off approach. He did it all (reluctantly). Once they were in the oven off I went to finish getting ready for the day with instructions on how to set the timer, etc.
When I came back down – Man-Child was stuffing biscuits into his face proclaiming them “great!” Then Man-Child even semi-cleaned up the kitchen and put the leftovers away! AWESOME.
But when I told him how he could create a ham & cheese biscuit tomorrow out of the leftovers he said, “Let’s not go overboard Mom.”
::sigh:: It starts with baby steps….and having Hubby out of the house!