Mom, mother -in -law, neighbor – everyone says that through food it is impossible to destroy a family built for years. But they do not know what the situation is in the family, so they condemn me. We have been married for 7 years. We have 2 children: a 7-year-old son and a 4-year-old daughter. We live the sky and do not badly. The apartment was taken in the unto, so we have to save in many respects. I’m not sorry. At present, almost all of our country lives. Maybe there would be no topics of decomposition in our family if there was no one nuance of our family life. I usually cook food a few days forward, but nothing is survived until the next day. A man eats everything that is at home before he goes to bed. Borsch in five -liter pots for my husband is a regular meal. At first it even dwell me. I cooked us dinner and while laying my children, my husband was eating everything, and then surprised I looked at my hungry and sad eyes and said, “Oh, and I thought you had already eaten.”

Okay, but he eats everything, leaving nothing to children. I am sorry for this, because I can not eat the day and the second day, but I have to give my children better, including food. When the kids were still small, the man did not even leave their baby food. All the purees came to the man to the cheers, and we have rusted, you know, not in bulk. One case simply made me think about the fading. The month ago was my daughter’s birthday. She was just four. On the eve of her holiday, she told me what the cake she wants, and with such eyes that she ask me the greatest pastry masterpiece, I would do it. I didn’t sleep all night before the holiday. We have an oven just in my prayers, I had to constantly check, tighten, unwind, and so on. And I also made a layer of jelly and chocolate ganash. Ah, yes, the figures are worth noting what they took the most.

By 6am, I decided to go to bed, but put an alarm clock at 8 in the morning to collect the cake, decorate and refrigerate so that the cream managed to absorb. I wake up two hours after the alarm clock and see what? It was safe to go to bed, because neither the cake, nor the figures, nor the jelly in the kitchen. I called my husband with fear. He confirmed my doubts and said that he really liked the cake, so he took the remains with him to work. When I started to be indignant, he accused me of having nothing to have breakfast. With tears in my eyes, I called him my mother – to sack on him, but only cute told me the story of how well my husband was eating as a kid. You know, my dad, until recently, said that he did not like sweet, because in my childhood we did not have a 2 -buns, Dad kuned one and said that he just didn’t love. In fact, he is still a sweet tooth. And my unobtrusive eats even what is intended only and only, solely for our common children, who cannot earn for food! The daughter’s holiday was spoiled. She cried all day, and I gathered their belongings and went to my mom. Soon we are officially eager.