Would it be so bad if I stopped eating meals with my kids? My experience tonight just about solidified that thought for me. Charlie has turned into a nightmare. If there is one thing on his plate he doesn't like, he throws it across the room. I'm tired of picking up tiny pieces of pork off the ground and cleaning scrambled eggs out of Luke's hair. It's very scary to serve food to Charlie. He's literally like a ticking time bomb. When he's finished eating, he throws his remaining food too. I'm at the point where if I could either nurse him or give all his food to him intravenously, I would totally do it.
I've read the statistics about the importance of eating together as a family, but I wonder if when those writers said "family" they meant toddlers. I highly doubt it. I just don't know if I can live like this anymore.
Here's my plan -
Erik and I nibble on goldfish crackers and raisins until the kids are in bed at 8 p.m. Then we have steak or lobster by candlelight. We do this every night. We are happy. End of plan.
Sounds good, eh?