Dinner Time

I have a confession to make. I don't like family dinner time. THERE. I said it.

While I feel it is very important and we actually have a family dinner every night unless we go out, at this point, I really don't enjoy it.

Let's take tonight as an example. We had blackened tuna tacos with mango salsa, black beans on the side and quesadillas for the kids. I love this dinner and it takes a lot of prep work to make the mango salsa from scratch, prepare the tuna, etc. Which means I started dinner during nap time.

Around 4:45, Willow woke up from her 3rd nap and Aspen and Journey started asking me when dinner would be ready. I took a quick break to attempt to feed Willow (not going so well since she's teething), and then work hard to finish dinner. With Willow on one hip most of the time. We sit down for dinner around 5:30. Everything is looking good. Willow is at a stage where she wants to be where I am at all times. I usually eat dinner with her in one arm, but tonight I pulled the high chair up to the table with hopes that I could eat in semi peace. Ugh, you don't get peace with an almost 6 year old who brings the conversation around to "poop or pee" every chance he gets and talks non-stop about minute details of Star Wars. Or with Journey who also talks non-stop over the top of Aspen, and Willow screeching, grabbing at her bowl of applesauce, and being generally frustrated and fussy.

I ALWAYS END UP INHALING MY FOOD. I really hate that. Especially after working so hard on the dinner! So that's my confession. I hate family dinners right now. I know they won't always be like this. I fact, I'm counting on that, and looking forward to that day.