If you’re at a social gathering, it’s so easy to get wrapped up in a conversation and subconsciously pass the kid-watching baton to the other parent. Worst-case scenario: a drowning or kidnapping. Best-case scenario: Parents nitpicking on one another when one feels he or she is carrying more than his or her fair share of making sure the kids are safe and their needs are met.
I can’t tell you how many times Ian and I have fought over this. When Julian was a baby, I would get angry at Ian when one or several of his neighbor friends would come over and they would spend hours on the porch, playing music and hanging out. (Julian is now old enough to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for both him and his baby brother, above.) Ian has vented his frustration that when we go to a friend’s house for dinner, he is the one who ends up chasing the kids while I spend time with the host or other guests.
It has taken many arguments-turned-constructive-conversations for us to learn how to navigate these choppy waters and to learn when to say “tag,” our code word for “I’ve been doing the heavy lifting, and I need a break from being the parent-in-charge right now. It’s your turn.”
In past generations and in many families today, this unspoken responsibility falls squarely on the shoulders of Mom, but in today’s Wall Street Journal, food writer Katy McLaughlin shares her family’s dilemma in The Juggle, the print version of the newspaper’s popular parenting blog. In her household, her husband carries the kid-watching burden while she cooks dinner. As her culinary ambitions grew, so did the amount of time that her husband was having to be 100 percent “on” with the kids.
She justified the time (and stress and effort and dirty dishes) spent in the kitchen by claiming, rightly so, that cooking dinner is inevitably cheaper than buying food prepared by someone else or going out to eat. Plus, like many advocates of home cooking, she believes it to be healthier and intrinsically better for her family.
But at what cost to her husband’s sanity and the time she gets to spend with her kids?
She finally realizes that maybe ordering pizza from Domino’s every once in awhile isn’t that terrible after all, but I’m not surprised that she wasn’t able to come to this conclusion before. As an increasingly food- and parenting-obsessed society, we are putting so much pressure on families to sit around the dinner table every night eating home-cooked meals made with the best-quality ingredients you can afford that we’re forgetting the work, both in and out of the kitchen, it takes to do that. Not just the cooking, but the grocery shopping, the cleaning and, yes, the kid-watching that falls on the person who doesn’t have a knife in his or her hand.
We spend so much time away from our families over the course of a week, it’s not such a bad thing to forgo the epicurean meal for an hour or two together, doing something that everyone can enjoy and participate in. If it means you’re eating a frozen pizza, so be it.