We’ve hit an all time low at dinner time. Tonight I made biscuits and gravy for dinner. (This is one of my easiest and cheapest meals I make. That’s why its a really good weeknight dinner. It literally takes 15 minutes. You can even throw in a veggie as a side item for a complete meal.) Usually my kids eat it. I don’t think it’s their favorite meal, but they will eat at least one helping.
I also brought ice cream for my kids for when they finished eating. I may have used the ice cream as bribery for my kids to eat dinner. Ems didn’t want to eat the sausage, but she ate the bread. I caught her spitting the sausage in the trashcan and handing me the empty plate.
“Me done.” She said.
I was floored. I just witnessed her deceiving me by making me think she had eaten all of her dinner. How clueless do my kids think I am? How much do my kids think they can get away with?
So after dinner Ems didn’t get ice cream because she didn’t eat. I hid some gummy bears on top of the fridge. I see Ems pulling up a chair, reaching to the top of the fridge and frantically stuffing her face full of gummy bears. She got in trouble, I pulled the chair away from the fridge. Five minutes later, I see her up on the chair getting more gummy bears.
Then she goes to the fridge and I hear her say to herself, “I am hungry.” She’s rummaging through my fridge.
Wait, didn’t I JUST make dinner? Or was it a figment of my imagination? I’m so tired I don’t know. I feel like I did. And I tried to feed her. So why is she wanting to eat at 8 o’clock at night?! She’s got a bag of cereal and she’s about to eat it.
What is it about kids wanting snacks more than a meal? I learned a little about how to cook when I was a teenager from people who went to the Culinary Institute of America. I worked in several kitchens before I went to college. I’m no Paula Dean, but I think I am a decent cook. In fact, I love to cook! I make homemade sauces, soups, you name it. I make homemade calzones, I’ve even handmade cream cheese ragoons. Yet my kids would rather eat snacks, pizza and junk. If you have toddlers and picky eaters, you can relate.
My husband, on the other hand, eats anything I put in front of him. If only my kids could do the same.