This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Home Run Inn Pizza.
I once saw a triangle with ‘sanity’ ‘clean house’ and ‘happy kids’ written at each corner. In the middle of the triangle it said PICK TWO.
I picked happy kids and sanity.
I can have a clean house when the kids are gone.
For a long time I tried to make a meal from scratch 4 nights a week, allowing one night to eat out and two nights for leftovers. I enjoyed trying new recipes, but someone was always dissatisfied with what I had made and there came a point where I became so tired and fed up with trying to please everyone that I just gave up and made everyone eat cereal for dinner for a week. Between Cody training for a marathon, Addie’s gymnastics and the guilt I felt for feeding everyone cereal instead of an exciting variety of spices and flavors a downward dinnertime spiral began. Cody stepped in to help, which meant a lot of breakfast for dinner and spaghetti. Pinterest and Instagram only compounded my guilt after seeing the marvelous meals others were preparing for their families, meals their children would willingly eat that covered the full spectrum of food groups. My poor kids, would they never know the joy of curried chicken with roasted Brussels sprouts lovingly prepared from scratch by their mother?
Then one week, I don’t remember exactly when, I realized there’s exactly one thing I do not care about when it comes to dinnertime.
I don’t care what we eat, as long as we eat it together.
The joy in making my family meals doesn’t come from finding a sneaky way to make them eat tofu or being able to post my poaching prowess to Instagram, it comes from being able to gather them from the dozens of other things they’re doing around the kitchen table to share a meal together. It doesn’t matter if we’re having pancakes or a big Thanksgiving feast, having my little family all together is what I care about.
“Stop rating your performance. That’s how it gets easier and you get better.” If you’ve never read this post by Whitney of Rookie Moms you should.
I stopped listening to everyone telling me I should feed my kids kale and quinoa and realized that despite my best efforts there are going to be days when I am too overwhelmed to make an entire meal from scratch. There are going to be times when I can’t remember if it’s two parts rice and one part water or two parts water and one part rice. There are going to be days when all that matters is that I get everyone around that table, because I know if I’m feeling overwhelmed — they’re probably feeling it too.
Here’s my new triangle:
What’s your sanity saver when it comes to mealtime? Mine is a tasty frozen pizza, a bagged salad and some fresh cut up fruit.
Home Run Inn pizza is currently available in the frozen pizza section in about 20 states, I have always seen it but never actually purchased it until recently. Turns out the locals have all been keeping it a giant secret (my favorite (slightly nutty) cashier told me all about her family and how it’s their favorite pizza) The brand started in Chicago back in 1923. The ‘Home Run Inn’ name comes from a baseball that shattered the front window of the Grittani’s newly purchased establishment where pizzas were first made and served in 1947. In a world where something as simple as ‘fresh’ bread can have over 50 ingredients, the crust of Home Run Inn’s pizza has exactly 5: wheat flour, water, corn oil, yeast and salt. Their sauce contains tomatoes, water, oregano, salt and black pepper. The cheese, meats and other toppings read just as simple. If you’re in Indy you can find Home Run Inn frozen pizza at Kroger, Marsh and Meijer. (This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Home Run Inn Pizza.)