Everyday::Dinner Without Papa
Reason Number 500 why I hate it when Steve isn’t home for dinner:
dinner time music
I threatened to put her to bed if she didn’t sit down properly and eat. She then proceeded to scream “PUT ME TO BED” during the entire meal. Steve asked me why I didn’t put her to bed. Because it was an empty threat, okay? I just wanted to eat my dinner while it was hot. I was hungry. I thought the threat would work and it didn’t but I wasn’t actually prepared for the drama of putting her to bed at dinnertime and not getting an opportunity to eat the lovely meal I made.
yes, I FAIL AS A MOTHER.
We typically eat fairly late, around 6:00 or 6:30 pm. well, I consider this late because honestly, the kids should eat before 5:30. As a result the kids are pretty miserable at the supper hour making it the absolute worse part of my day, hands down. And when Steve isn’t here for dinner, well, it can get pretty awful.
Part of that is my own fault because there are some things I can’t let go. I have to do the dishes after dinner. My reason for this is pretty valid, though, because I work in the evenings and waiting until the kids go to bed before doing the dishes means I wouldn’t be sitting down to work until likely after 9 pm. That is completely mad and so I do the dishes immediately after dinner. This is fine when Steve is here because he plays with the kids and gives them a bath. It’s hell when he isn’t here because I’ve spent the last two hours prepping/cooking/eating/cleaning up dinner and the kids are hungry/tired/pissy.
It’s fun.
At least Callum was ridiculously adorable tonight. Although, honestly, that is unusual since the drama is typically flipped with Callum being troublesome and Claire peacefully eating.
little ham
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My kids’ witching hour is at dinner time too. It doesn’t matter what time I start it though, they turn into devils when they see me in the kitchen.
Okay, wait, what is the magical knowledge you possess that says kids should eat at 5:30? We eat at 6, which is probably earlier than we would choose to if we didn’t have a Gwen. Are we supposed to be eating even earlier than that????
.-= Laura´s last blog ..Me Time =-.
hee! I just meant my kids – they eat lunch between 11 and 11:30 so by 5 they’re hungry. By 6 they’ve turned into mini devils. We eat between 6-6:30 because we wait for Steve and then all eat together like a perfect little family (you know, besides the whining and leaving the table without permission, the full on temper tantrums – PERFECT)
I’m not always on the snack thing. Do other people remember this? It’s usually just about 5 and I think “damn, I’m getting hungry, maybe we should have had a snack”.
.-= Amber´s last blog ..Everyday::The Beach =-.
I think the best part of this whole post is the fact that Claire is having a fit and you took her picture. hee.
I remember being an enormous pain in the butt during mealtimes as a kid – I wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t KD or chips.
Lisa – I feel a need to tell you to go and apologize to your mother.
Go! Apologize! You were very annoying.
(I also have videos of both of them screaming at the same time… not entirely sure what that says about me that rather than dealing with the screaming I take a video…)
.-= Amber´s last blog ..Everyday::I Blame The Olympics =-.
I have video and pictures of Gwen crying and fussing, too. So I totally understand the need to document it rather than deal with it!
Gwen never lets me forget about snack time. It’s generally the first thing she asks for when we get downstairs after a nap. So I guess it’s okay that she waits until 6 for dinner!
.-= Laura´s last blog ..Dear Gwen: Month Twenty-Two =-.