Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.
Yes. It's like a deep urge, that one you have to see that your people are fed. It doesn't really go away. Once my oldest son grew up and moved out, and later married, I still found myself welling up with this urge to make them take my food, anything, even some random old jar of olives, because . . . MUST FEED MY BABIES!
And I'm not even terribly domestic. You'll find out one day, when you notice yourself bringing along some lame food item to visit your grown kids, and hopefully you'll laugh and remember how it looked from a younger point of view. So be kind about it to the parents.
If you must feed your babies, bake a pie or pick up the pizza tab! Don't junk up a fridge. See how that works?
Anonymous wrote:Omg the coolers taken to the beach. Could we just eat out. We're on vacation!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.
Yes. It's like a deep urge, that one you have to see that your people are fed. It doesn't really go away. Once my oldest son grew up and moved out, and later married, I still found myself welling up with this urge to make them take my food, anything, even some random old jar of olives, because . . . MUST FEED MY BABIES!
And I'm not even terribly domestic. You'll find out one day, when you notice yourself bringing along some lame food item to visit your grown kids, and hopefully you'll laugh and remember how it looked from a younger point of view. So be kind about it to the parents.
Anonymous wrote:My mom always brings food. But 90% of the time it is something she has stopped to get (like Panera) and the other 10% it is something she just baked. So, I'm cool with it. Your MIL sounds weird. Is she a hoarder or something?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.
Yes. It's like a deep urge, that one you have to see that your people are fed. It doesn't really go away. Once my oldest son grew up and moved out, and later married, I still found myself welling up with this urge to make them take my food, anything, even some random old jar of olives, because . . . MUST FEED MY BABIES!
And I'm not even terribly domestic. You'll find out one day, when you notice yourself bringing along some lame food item to visit your grown kids, and hopefully you'll laugh and remember how it looked from a younger point of view. So be kind about it to the parents.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.
Yes. It's like a deep urge, that one you have to see that your people are fed. It doesn't really go away. Once my oldest son grew up and moved out, and later married, I still found myself welling up with this urge to make them take my food, anything, even some random old jar of olives, because . . . MUST FEED MY BABIES!
And I'm not even terribly domestic. You'll find out one day, when you notice yourself bringing along some lame food item to visit your grown kids, and hopefully you'll laugh and remember how it looked from a younger point of view. So be kind about it to the parents.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.
Yes. It's like a deep urge, that one you have to see that your people are fed. It doesn't really go away. Once my oldest son grew up and moved out, and later married, I still found myself welling up with this urge to make them take my food, anything, even some random old jar of olives, because . . . MUST FEED MY BABIES!
And I'm not even terribly domestic. You'll find out one day, when you notice yourself bringing along some lame food item to visit your grown kids, and hopefully you'll laugh and remember how it looked from a younger point of view. So be kind about it to the parents.
Anonymous wrote:Just say thanks and throw it out when nobody is looking.