We need to save money for our big move this fall. So before resorting to become a traveling family circus show to earn extra cash, we decided to stop eating out. It was actually my 9 year-old’s idea, as if she read my mind. I was elated when my middle daughter banded with us. But then my joy went south when the 6 year-old, while wagging his index finger in the air like he does, announced that he would have no parts of the moratorium on carry out. I could understand because the whole lot of them are picky eaters, but he’s by far the worst. A tough sell on anything green, healthy or fresh. I shuddered at the thought of going toe to toe with him over a broccoli sprout. But a second later, I found my spine. “You will eat what the rest of us eat, little boy,” I boomed. “Well, what about Daddy, huh?” he said. “Daddy buys a lot of fastfood.” “Yeah!” both girls chimed in. Okay so they had a good point. Daddy is an admitted Chick-fila and McDonald’s addict. I put my hand on my hips and told the kids to leave Daddy to me. I explained that we’d still eat out for birthdays and maybe once a month for family morale building ( read–when we simply cannot take another roasted chicken).”It’s new house with new digs, or nothing,” I said.
The kids and I stopped eating out cold turkey and it only took Eric two weeks to feel guilty enough to stop his iniquity. Well… I do still see a few charges pop up at Chickfila for $2.69 ever so often. (Must be the cost for a breakfast sandwich). But I don’t confront him about it. It’s not a problem. Why? Because we have saved 400 bucks a month, that’s why! Now 3 months in, that is something to celebrate. So tonight we eat out! Lucky for us it just happens to be Eric’s birthday ;). Speaking of… look who just came from the gym and is making a PB&J– the birthday boy himself. That’s good stuff.