Friday, June 25, 2010

Why I can never go back to Iowa

So, we had a lovely vacation in Iowa. The weather was pretty rainy, but it cleared up enough for a couple visits to the splash pad, a trip to the pool, a day of golf for Mike and Jerry, and a baseball outing for the boys as well.

But I can never go back to Iowa, because if I do, I will once again have to deal with the cousin-withdrawal Emma has suffered through this week. She has been running around the house looking for other wee ones to drag around and pway wiff. She's been crying out for Gaby (GAH! GAH!) when mommy is being insufferably mean. She's been endlessly looking for those hiding cousins, and darnit, they hid too well this time! And Max... oh dear. Her stuffed puppies just won't do, anymore, now that she spent a full week with a REAL DOG. I've been a constant source of disappointment to her ALL WEEK, and I just can't handle that kind of blow to my self esteem.

Also, I can never go back to Iowa, because if I do, I will once again have to deal with a husband so disappointed in our dinner options, it's not even funny. I go through phases with my cooking. I have really tried to cook heartily and healthily, and to make the best use of seasonal items I can. I like to try new recipes, and new ingredients. But lately I have been in a SLUMP, mostly because Emma refuses to eat anything I make. It's kind of a downer, and has been discouraging me from making anything other than what I KNOW is a sure fire Emma pleaser. Which limits us to PB&J, chef boyardee mini raviolis, and homemade pizza pockets. Bah.

So, while in Iowa, Sara of course spoils us all to death with her ridiculously good cooking. Pork burritos, egg rolls, Iowa chops, tons of guacamole, homemade pizza, fresh berries out the whazoo, and cheesecake (she didn't make them but that's irrelevent). And it goes on.

And now Mike is just a shell of a man, as he sits down to my pathetic culinary attempts. And I just can't handle that kind of marital stress.

It was great, Iowa. But I don't think we'll ever see you again.

4 comments:

Anna@Exasperation said...

Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt. Except our trips sometimes included my husband eating whole tupperwares of Gracia's cookies as a chaser (pun intended) to Sara's culinary genius.
And then...he comes home to me. Poor, poor man.
Have you ever wondered how Jerry and Sara stay skinny? It's kind of odd, actually.

Sara K. said...

Emma was insanely cute with the cousins. Owen even liked her, nary a "THE BABY" was heard. There was a lot less costuming, but Emma has yet to discover that. She did exclaim "Shoo!" upon entering our house for the first time and seeing piles of shoes residing on the rug. If I promise to cook nasty stuff and beg the kids to mean, will you come back?

Deb said...

Sara, please cancel our trip.

Sara K. said...

That hurts.