McDonald's Oatmeal

I usually avoid doing fast food reviews because… I expect if you are getting fast food you’re not really concerned about service, quality, or flavor.  I assume that when you get fast food that you are getting it because it is quick and easy.  But today, McDonald’s crossed a line.  I was so disappointed with their new Oatmeal, I had to warn others.

I’ve been hearing about McD’s new oatmeal for quite some time.  It is on billboards, commercials, and posters.  It looks so appetizing.  The fruit, the warm steam rising from the bowl.

It looks so good!

How could I resist?  I thought, “THE STEAM IS MUSIC NOTES SO IT MUST BE AMAZING!”  This morning it was snowing outside and I figured it would be the perfect day to try the oatmeal.  I went to the nearest McD’s and ordered my oatmeal.  This is what greeted me.

Wait a minute...

Watery muck with apples floating on the top. I understand that everybody likes their oatmeal a little bit different.  Some people like it runny, and others like it thick.  I personally was expecting the consistency that is shown in the promotional pictures.  The difference was only made worse when a spoon was involved.

I’m pretty sure not even Oliver Twist would ask for more of that.  While I appreciated the fresh chunks and raisins, the actual oatmeal tasted like it looked- hideous.  That being said, the Bwun loved it.  Don’t get it.  Instead, use the $1.99 to get a box of the generic brand of oatmeal and make it at home.


Identity

In my short experience as a mother, it’s been difficult for me to not feel like I’ve been completely absorbed into motherhood. Guilt sets in when I consider taking away from the Bwun and jr to do something just for me. The Romgi has patiently and repeatedly explained that I need to have time for myself, and I need to keep my own identity intact. There’s nothing wrong with defining myself as a mother first and everything else second – parenting really is an all-encompassing, non-stop occupation, and I love it.

I also love that I’m able to go to school right now. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize that I won’t always have kids at home, and I want to still have my own personality and identity at that point. Having the chance to finish my degree, even if it’s taken way too long, will do so much for my sanity at the moment and my confidence in the long run.

I’m learning to embrace my identity instead of feeling overwhelmed by it or unhappy because of it. I’m not incompetent, I’m not a failure, I’m not a disappointing wife or mother. I am a thriving, talented, intelligent person and one of the many roles I’m privileged to take on is that of mother.

What are some of the roles you’ve taken on? How do they affect your perception of your identity?


Dear world,

I have too much going on right now. I’m exhausted and, honestly, a little bored trying to write this paper for tomorrow. I just want to go to bed. Here’s my idea: you leave a comment telling me your favorite ice cream flavor, and the Romgi and I will make it next week. …For us. Well, if you live near us, we might share. Either way, your comment will make me feel better. Especially because the Bwun calls ice cream “i-syme.” Kinda like enzyme.

Let’s start this whole post over…

 

Dear world,

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Thanks,

M.