Good News! I still have some more years left to be a lazy wife and mother

It seems like lately, house work has been itching me, lol. It is as if motherhood has brought out one side of me that never existed, and this is very ironic considering my tight schedule. So I single-handedly made baby pap (consisting of guinea corn and millet) for my baby. With the help of my assistants, I did it from the scratch, i.e. buying the ingredients, washing, soaking, grinding, etc. Then I went home and spent three full hours sieving pap, lol. The next day, I ended up with 3 to 9 month supply of pap (I honestly don’t know how long it will really last). I was so proud of myself, I must say.

Anyway, I was feeling like a gee, and decided to make soya bean-plantain nutty meal that would last for about the same duration. In light of this energy, it occurred to me that I have never cooked moin moin since I got married, which is strange considering the fact that my husband likes chattering moin moin outside, and eating at home. So I told my husband that I am on a quest to fulfil his periodical moin moin cravings, and that the one I will make is going to be sweeter and better than the ones he buys outside. All I needed was for him to get me a food processor cos I wasn’t sure the blender I had at home would puree the beans to my satisfaction.

On listening to me, he told me to calm all my initial gra gra down.
He basically said peeling beans, grinding, and spending hours making moin moin is not worth it, when one can get it as cheap as N100 outside, considering the amount of time it will take to make it.

He said there’ll be a time when I’ll have growing teenagers who will be consuming food so much that we cannot afford to be buying them outside. They would need to be made at home by then, and I will be begging for the luxury I currently have (i.e. the luxury not to cook for anyone if I don’t want to), and so I should enjoy it while it lasts. I hardly cooked in my first year of marriage because I was pregnant almost all through and the smell of food irritated me, and made me throw up. My husband likes sorting himself out food-wise that I have to chase him out of the kitchen sometimes, so I agree that I should enjoy it while it lasts, and stop pining to make one year supply of food for a child that has not even started articulating his favourites.

It seems I just bought myself some time off from this total woman parole, so in the meantime, I’m just going to spread my legs up on the couch while my minions answer to my every need face my work, develop different areas of myself, and wait for my kids to be born, grow a bit, and actually need my mothering services before I stress myself!

P.S: Moin moin is not more as difficult and messy to make as it used to be when we were younger. All you need to do is get the bean powder they now sell in satchets, mix with all your ingredients, and bake it in the oven. This is how a lot of Nigerians in diaspora get the job done. And yes, I am going to make the moin moin this way. Shhh, don't tell my Husband! This will be done once I complete the Intentional post-natal diet I wrote about few weeks ago. I have 8 days to go, and have seen some pretty good results.

Note

Moin moin is the Yoruba Nigerian name for Grinded bean(Black-eyed peas) meal.

Initial gra gra is a slang for enthusiasm that is bound to wane off when the work really starts