I need a Meal Train!

Honestly, what does one have to do in order to get people to organize a “Meal Train” for them? Perhaps you’ve heard of the Meal train? It’s like the New millenium’s answer to a progressive dinner party, but in one person’s house…for weeks on end…PURE HEAVEN I say!!! Do I need to fake an injury in order to get this Meal Train to stop at my house? Is this train on a schedule? Is there a train station it has to stop at every hour? When will this freakin’ train ever stop at my house???? Nevermind that I have always been waaayyyy too overwhelmed to “hop on” anyone else’s mealtrain…I mean really? It’s hard enough to work full time, attend therapy appts, go to school meetings, and feed my own beasts. How could I possibly be able to stop by someone else’s house with a full meal (much less a meal that is fully cooked and not raw)? It sounds lovely in theory, but honestly our family is not like other families…we look like other families…in fact, some people would say we’re a good looking family if truth be told; but we’re like a picture that has been hung on the wall crookedly. We’re like a picture that someonee hasn’t colored in the lines..we’re different, and that’s okay…well okay most of the time, other times, it’s just damn annoying FOR REAL!!! Isn’t this a pathetic enough example that we deserve a wine train…I mean Meal Train? I always say,”Don’t feel pity for us, don’t feel bad for us”, but okay, I retract….”feel terrible for us”!!! Feel bad enough for us that you want to turn the stove on, bake some bread in the oven, and make us a meal! I like to pride ourselves on eating clean and healthy, but hell…at this point, a lasagna and pasta sound pretty good (luckily no one in this family is “gluten free”….I’m pretty sure I’d have to kick them out if they were). And luckily the adults are not wine free…so if you feel the need to send a bottle of wine along with steaks and potatoes, we’d be happy to open that sucker up!