MAKE IT STOP
Erik has been working a lot lately, which means that I eat dinner alone with the kids. This has led me to believe that there will be a point in hell where a person will be forced to eat several consecutive dinner meals as the only adult with two small children. That thought alone is enough to keep me on the straight and narrow.
I never know what to make for dinner when it is just me and the kids. When it is just me by myself, I try to choose the meal that will provide me with the most peaceful mealtime experience. Things they will eat happily are just about limited to pizza, peanut butter and jelly, waffles, plate loads of bacon, blueberries and ice cream. It's no fun trying to coax both of the kids to eat, break up the inevitable fights, and try to eat my dinner, when I am flying solo.
Tonight was crazy because I chose the wrong meal. I tried to get the kids to eat baked potatoes loaded with toppings. Bad idea. Charlie screamed for 20 minutes straight because he wanted juice and bacon. Luke wouldn't stop waving his fork violently in front of my face. All I could think was, "This must be why people get fat." Erik's failure to make it home for dinner is slowly driving me into the arms of another man. A man named Ronald McDonald. Although I hate McDonalds, how easy would it be to just go sit in the McPlayland, eat my McNuggets, drink my McCafe drink and let the kids thrash around in a McPit of balls for an hour?
I hope this doesn't last forever.