The last Supper?
Ahh, Dinner time. The time statistically proven to keep families healthier together for longer…. or maybe not?
I’m going to describe my dinner time last night. I should be awarded a medal of valor but I haven’t received it yet.
Making dinner for me has always been a struggle. I couldn’t bother to make a full dinner just for myself. Husband won’t eat dairy, kids won’t eat meat, no veggies, every kid has dislike list longer than my credit card bill…
Nurturing myself with a hot nutritious meal usually falls to the wayside. I’ll pick at my kids left overs, do the pizza, fish sticks, cereal and milk and left over shabbat food regularly.
Last night I decided to do dinner for my family and do it well. I made brisket, baked potatoes with gravy and broccoli. I set the table beautifully (as in with real dishes and metal cutlery)
Kid 1 came home from school demanding computer, as he did not shower yet for the week computer was not coming his way so he had his not having computer meltdown where he would sit in a monotone voice for an hour and demand computer telling me how mean I am for not giving it to him. The shower only takes 5 minutes.
Kid 2 decided to make a barbecue. He had it all prepared but only told me about it 10 minutes before I was serving dinner. I told him he could do it tomorrow instead. Meltdown ensued. He then asked if he could have a barbecue and make the fire at his friends house. I agreed as long as his friend’s mother agreed. My husband came home and asked me why our kid plus the neighborhood kids were pushing our grill down the block in the wheelbarrow. Ummm… I hated to be the party pooper but I made them put the grill back. Tantrum continues. He’s yelling every bad thing he knows and screams that whatever is cooking smells like fried poop. (i can’t make this up even if i tried)
Husband and I sit down and decide to eat while no one is at the table. Kid 1 won’t come because he can’t have computer, Kid 2 won’t come because he can’t do a barbecue now and Kid 3 comes and won’t eat anything and sits and demands dessert non stop. My dinner sounds something like this. “Please pass the potatoes, I want computer, give me computer, you are so mean, I want a bbq! I want a bbq! I can’t have anything I want…. AHHHHHH, give me dessert! give me dessert! The brisket is delicious dear! It smells like fried poop!! I hate you, I want dessert, I want dessert”
Like saints, my husband and I eat our delicious dinner. Kid 1 and 2 shortly follow as cold dinner is no fun. Kid 1 eats with his fingers. Kid 2 smears all his reject food on the tablecloth. Kid 3 gets his pineapple dessert for dinner and everyone is happy, but not really. Kind of like the giving tree when he’s just a stump.
Will I make dinner tonight? Probably not. I don’t have the emotional strength. A pizza pie is safer for me. If I’d like a decent dinner, I’m getting a babysitter and eating out with my husband.