Anonymous wrote:My nanny feeds the kids (9, 7, 4) Monday through Friday. I could never cook 7 meals per week. They would eat cereal most nights if it was up to me to cook. I hate cooking.
We will keep our nanny as long as possible because of dinner. We pay her 5.5 hours a day to work 3 and it’s so worth it
Anonymous wrote:My nanny feeds the kids (9, 7, 4) Monday through Friday. I could never cook 7 meals per week. They would eat cereal most nights if it was up to me to cook. I hate cooking.
We will keep our nanny as long as possible because of dinner. We pay her 5.5 hours a day to work 3 and it’s so worth it
Anonymous wrote:Omg it’s the brazen nonchalance with which they say it too. I literally prepare the food, set every single thing I know they will ask about on the table (salt, “water in the angel bottle”, the special fork, ketchup), finally sit my exhausted a** at the table and just as I am about to take a bite….”can I have a waffle with fried ham instead?”
Anonymous wrote:I am positive that as I lay dying one of them will lean over my deathbed and ask me if they have eaten enough to get dessert.
Anonymous wrote:NP. My mom turned me loose to feed myself when I was in high school and my diet was absolute garbage. All carbs, 50 percent of my diet was from soda, and I ate no vegetables. I was an athlete but I always struggled with fatigue and soreness and found out later ai was very anemic. Not letting my kids do that to themselves while they are still developing!
Anonymous wrote:Omg it’s the brazen nonchalance with which they say it too. I literally prepare the food, set every single thing I know they will ask about on the table (salt, “water in the angel bottle”, the special fork, ketchup), finally sit my exhausted a** at the table and just as I am about to take a bite….”can I have a waffle with fried ham instead?”
Anonymous wrote:Omg it’s the brazen nonchalance with which they say it too. I literally prepare the food, set every single thing I know they will ask about on the table (salt, “water in the angel bottle”, the special fork, ketchup), finally sit my exhausted a** at the table and just as I am about to take a bite….”can I have a waffle with fried ham instead?”
Anonymous wrote:Omg it’s the brazen nonchalance with which they say it too. I literally prepare the food, set every single thing I know they will ask about on the table (salt, “water in the angel bottle”, the special fork, ketchup), finally sit my exhausted a** at the table and just as I am about to take a bite….”can I have a waffle with fried ham instead?”
Anonymous wrote:They complain about everything and every meal is a battle. They are old enough to be past this so I'm sure it's my fault but my god I am sick of food and talking about food and hearing about food and fighting about food.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:How old.
OP here. 13 and 10.
Aw, hell no! 1. At that age they need to each be cooking one night a week. On the night 13 is cooking, 10 cleans up. On the night 10 is cooking, 13 cleans up. 2. Whoever complains about your meals has to clean up that night. 3. If they complain a second time they are excused from the table and must go to their room. They are not welcome back until dinner is over. Then they can eat alone.