Tonight, i am exhausted. It is stinking hot, has been raining all day and Master M has made me play a million rounds of his version of Monopoly, which involves counting dices, dancing and changing silver figures every time you roll the dice, add to this me trying to explain in a non-jaded voice about property development.
So, it rolls around to almost dinner time, and i throw open the fridge door, and yell in my sickly sweet mummy voice "What would you like for dinner ?" , the reply from a very well mannered 4yo "Noodle Box Please". I think i might pass out. When you live 350km's from a major town, Noodle Box is no longer about picking up the phone and calling your fave noodle shop. It is cutting up a million vegies, the meat, mixing together all the ingredients for his fave marinade, putting it all in the wok, with a packet of hokkien noodles and cooking. Then once completed, placing into into a ceramic noodle box dish , we bought especially for the "4yo Noodle Connoisseur"
It was so not appealing tonight, then i reached into the cabinet and pulled out a packet of 2 minute noodles, doused them in boiling water, drained and served !
Master M was ecstatic, and then Mummy guilt set in, and those voices began... I should have made the effort, he needs meat and vegies, 2 minute noodles are not a meal, what would my mother-in-law say....... And then i realised , 2 minute noodles are not a sin. Sometimes easy dinners are the most fun, he doesn't live on them, he will survive and i checked my mummy guilt away for a while.
Ps- And to add to my mummy of the year award(you can nominate me here.... ha ha ha ) ... i gave Master M, Ice Cream for desert
