If ever a mother suffered! (Where does that saying come from?) For 6 weeks the girl has been a converted vegetarian.
Now I have nothing against vegetarians. Indeed I am the first one to stand up for the individual’s right to choose, in all aspects of life. I have vegetarian friends, and a niece, and have always respected their choice, never questioned their reasoning and accommodated them accordingly.
When DD3 text me to ask, “what’s for dinner and make it veggie ‘cos I am now”, I admit to being a bit peeved. After all, the shopping was done, and meals were planned, and I told her as much. After a few days though I accepted that, for now, this was what she had to do. Fully expecting it to be a ‘phase’, short-lived and quickly forgotten.
Wrong. Six weeks on and we are still going strong. As there’s just the two of us I am playing along; too lazy to be bothered fixing two different meals. I have grown accustomed to veggie sausages, lots of fish, eggs and cheese.
To be fair, the only type of meat she ever really enjoyed was bacon sandwiches, (who doesn’t) and milano salami, and has taken cheese sandwiches to school absolutely forever; refusing all alternatives.
So every morning like a dutiful mother, I am at the kitchen counter preparing cheese sandwich, apple, cake & crisps for my little darling’s lunch box.
Today, just before leaving she tells me,
“Don’t make me any more sandwiches. I can’t be bothered with them and only throw them away.”
{Calming deep breath} “So what would you like for lunch, love?”
Replies, “I don’t know. Just something quicker and easier to eat than a sandwich.”
{Another deep breath} “Okay dear. Have a good day.”
{Smile. Kiss. Close door. SCREAM}
