It comes around every evening between 6 and 6:30, and I’ve grown to dread it. Maybe it’s because it’s the end of the day and my nerves are shot. Maybe it’s because I am dieting and can’t eat what everybody else is. Or maybe it’s because my kids drive me insane every.single.night. because of it. It’s dinnertime, and I can’t stand it.
Right around 3 PM when Ethan gets home from school, the kids are all starving and need a snack. And another. And another. They get cut off after the first one, and I start to chant this mantra: “No more snacks. It’s almost time for dinner” At first, I say it calmly. But by the 140th time, I start to yell it.
Then comes the question what’s for dinner. Unless my answer is hot dogs or chicken nuggets (or if they’re in a good mood maybe tacos), their answer is always the same: “I DON’T WANT THAT!” See that picture above? I just told the kids what we were having for dinner. They weren’t at all impressed or happy about it.
Last night, I made spaghetti and Gigi’s kick ass meatballs with garlic bread. Every time we’ve had it in the past (and that’s a lot!), the kids love it. Lila’s response tonight? “I don’t want yucky pasghetti and nasty meatballs!” My response? “Too bad. We are having yucky spaghetti and nasty meatballs and you’re gonna eat it all!”
The entire time I’m making dinner, my children are on the verge of dying from hunger. They start in with their incessant dinnertime cry: “I’m so hungry. I want a snack.” And in return I yell incessantly: “I’M MAKING DINNER. YOU HAVE TO WAIT.” They don’t want what I’m making, they want cookies, crackers, ice cream, and/or candy. And every night I force them to eat nasty food instead. This may win me the title of Meanest Mom in the Whole World.
Finally, dinner is ready. I line their plates up assembly line style, and dish out the nasty. I don’t give them all that much because let’s face it, they rarely eat it all anyways. And then I serve it to them, listening to whines and cries that would make any mom want to sell the kids to gypsies.
The whining doesn’t stop there…oh no. They continue the entire way through dinner. Every.single.second. of it.
While that’s happening, I make my plate. Since I’m dieting, I have to prepare a separate meal – it’s not hard and doesn’t take long…let’s say it takes me 10 minutes.
I sit down and eat. This takes longer because of the constant interruptions for more water, bathroom breaks, begs for something different to eat, etc. This takes about 20 more minutes.
I finish up and start cleaning up. I rinse dishes and load the dishwasher. I put away food and wipe off the counters and stove. This takes 15 minutes or so.
So we are now at 45 minutes from when the kids start eating.
Do you think they are done? Or do you think they are still whining and complaining?
Yep, still whining and complaining. And NOT done eating.
I’m at a loss. I know that dinnertime needs to happen and will continue to happen every night. What I need help with is how to handle how it goes! Do you have tips and tricks to cut out the whining and get your kids to eat? HELP!!!!