I am about finished with dinner
I don’t mean tonight’s dinner. I mean all dinners. Finished. Kaput. No más.
Because it is a scientifically proven fact that children suck at dinnertime.
6 o’clock at our house looks one of two ways:
- I cook what’s good for us. I massage kale. I roast beets. I dice cucumbers. I pan sear a nice piece of fish. When we sit down to dinner, there is wailing and gnashing of teeth. The children maybe eat the cucumbers.
- I cook what they want. I open a box of nonsense. Microwave some chicken. Maybe slice a cucumber. When we sit down to dinner, there is jubilation. I am the best mom ever. I curse and eat the cucumbers.
Either way, dinner is a wash.
From here on out, I’m cooking breakfast* and maybe making sandwiches for lunch.
But from this point forward, dinner will be cucumbers.
*Unless breakfast is gluten-free. Because if we are still giving up gluten, folks are gonna be on their own for that meal, too.