Operation Ogre Mother is underway.
L prepared a lovely sheperd’s pie today, and R made his first lasagna a few days ago. All well and good.
The only hitch is that it doesn’t actually save me time in the kitchen. I have to be there for every step, and each step takes a lot longer than when I just do it myself. For the lasagna, there were even tears shed. (All those darn noodles were so hot and slippery!) It’s part of the bigger plan, though. A medium investment of my time pays huge dividends down the road. Independent, capable kids, and a houseful of people that can contribute. It was the same story for tying shoes, wrapping presents, making phone calls, folding laundry, and scrubbing toilets.
Heavily front loaded investments.
