To take something personally
“interpret a remark or action as directed against oneself and be upset or offended by it, even if that was not the speaker’s intention.” – Dictionary.com
I don’t know about you but I am a full-time working mother of two little girls, one step-daughter, and two fur babies. I am also the primary organizer, grocery shopper, cleaner, accountant, and chef. I use a standing menu to keep it simple and easy. The menu will rotate with the seasons and have more farm food in the summer and fall, with hearty food for the winter.
When I planned the standing menu, I asked my family for input. Usually it went something like this:
Me: “what do you guys think would be a good dinner for our menu”
Family: “I don’t know what ever you decide. A Pasta night.”
Okay, that’s all great but pasta one night and what else for 6 other nights? Anyway, I have to be both creative and frugal with our grocery money. So when I get the occasional comment that dinner is less than exciting or “why is a 47 yr old man eating chicken nuggets?”, I sometimes take it personally.
It’s the grimaced face, or long sigh over the menu option that deflates my balloon. I work hard to plan a meal that 5 people can eat. That means I take the almost 6 month old into account (she gets the veggie of the night pureed), a picky tween, and my own food allergies into consideration. It’s not an easy feat! I also make ONE meal. I do not make my toddler her own “special” food – that’s a road I will never go down.
On those particularly stressful days, a negative message about the dinner I have carefully and thoughtfully planned out, and asked for input on, can really push my buttons. I probably should let it roll of my back, but sometimes I take it personally. Sometimes I want someone else to think up, shop for, and make me a fabulous, fresh, gluten-free dinner that I get to eat while its actually still HOT.
Anyone else have this feeling?