Any mother of a teenage boy will be familiar with the relentless appetite of an adolescent, especially one that plays sport. The “hollow legs” that just cannot be filled, the starvation that overtakes them 10 minutes before dinner, and sees them consumer several toasties before then sitting down to a full meal.
So the other morning, it was no surprise, although somewhat annoying, to hear man-child standing in the pantry complaining “there’s no food”! Of course that’s not quite accurate, I am a dedicated mother who does ensure that we have food in our house – as I pointed out to him, you’re not exactly starving like some poor child in Ethiopia, they would be amazed at the variety and abundance of food in our home. To be more precise and translate, it was not the sort of food he wanted!!
I mentioned that I had recently bought enough hot cross buns to feed the remaining Catholic population in Australia, along with other food for school lunches, and that I didn’t really think there was “no food” at all in the house.
Naturally the conversation continued (he would call it a lecture) as we got into the car for the drive to school for the 6am rowing start (yes, I repeat dedicated mother), that if there was some particular food items he wanted, perhaps he could go down the street and get them himself, or at least leave a list so the next supermarket visit could be spent buying his lordship the required supplies.
He told me he was busy with school, then rowing after school, then doing homework, and couldn’t possibly do it himself. I told him I was busy getting up at 5am to make school lunches, fresh fruit salad, before going to gym and then to my own full time job before coming home to do domestic duties and late night work and would he like to swap!!!!
So the solution you ask? Apart from sending him to Ethiopia for his next work experience project, I have suggested we finally venture to Costco. He loved this idea, having heard about the vast packs of frozen pizza and various other items you can buy. So I’ve got my membership, and recruited the entire family for a visit on Sunday. Even sister-of-a-man child is excited about the treasures she might discover at Costco. It seems there is no end to the “useful” things we might find in the sky high aisles that await us. Do you think one trolley will be enough?
Anyway, I’ll let you know how our trip to Costco goes. If it’s anything like Bunnings and Ikea, already I know I won’t leave empty handed.