Friday, October 22, 2010

If it were only that easy.

Yesterday, on the way home from school, I mentioned that I might go home and whip up a quick gumbo (which is actually an oxymoron down here in Louisiana, because it's not a REAL gumbo unless you've slaved for hours, making & constantly stirring your own roux until you smell like fried, burnt oil, and that gumbo's cooked all day).

La Petite Belle is such a picky eater, meaning she only likes chicken nuggets, macaroni & cheese, pizza, spaghetti, and anything that's main ingredient is sugar.

Dinner usually consists of compromise ... the compromise of how many bites of broccoli she has to eat if she is to get any ice cream. We make it work.

Back to my point ... when mentioning making a gumbo, chicken and sausage to be exact, La Petite Belle says she doesn't want that.

Surprise, surprise.

She says: "I'm done with sausage."

What?

She's done with it.

And, that's it. She will not eat or think about it again.

I'm adopting this attitude.

I'd love for things to be that simple.

I'm done with it ... no matter what it is. Then, it's over.

And, let me tell you, there's a lot to be done with.

My typical attitude and comments have been "I don't care," or "whatever." But, "I'm done" is much more complete and effortless.

I'm done with this post. See? Easy.

6 Comments:

The Hat Chick said...

Now that's a good 4-letter word!

Rachelle said...

I'm done with my kids fighting today. DONE!

Queen Mother said...

I'm done with feeling guilty because I'm reading blogs instead of folding laundry!

Dionna said...

"...and a child shall lead them." I love it. I will have to remember that too. Don't stress - just be done with it.

Cathy said...

Not a bad idea...definitely some things I need to be done with.

jennifer said...

I wish it were that easy... to be DONE with things that I know don't add to my life one bit!

My oldest decided when she was in second grade that she was DONE with meat and she hasn't eaten one little bite since. That was seven years ago.