Dinner time was simple. And Mommy even helped Daddy make it (and she didn't burn anything either!!).
BBQ chicken - drumsticks & boneless skinless breasts
Rice-a-roni (aka -- flavored rice in a box)
Corn (2 cans - the cheapo stuff off the shelf).
And my children. Yes, MY CHILDREN. Gobbled it up like Thanksgiving Dinner.
I haven't seen a fork fly so fast into their mouths.
I'm pretty sure my own mouth flew open in shock and amazement.
They not only INHALED their food, without the typical whining, nagging, begging, whining from Mom.... but THEY ASKED FOR SECONDS!
I looked under the table, and in the frig, for my REAL CHILDREN. (because obviously these were clones left here by aliens)... and I COULDN'T FIND THEM!
I will be sure and leave a plate of cookies and milk out for them tonight... as well as the key under the mat... so ET can bring them home when they're done with them... but for right now & in this moment -- I'll enjoy the Little Monsters that ARE ACTUALLY enjoying their dinner.
Too often I feel like I'm a failure as a parent. I snapped at them when I shouldn't. They cuss like sailors and they shouldn't. I slack at making them do chores on a regular basis. They still wet the bed from time to time. They aren't good at math. I'm a terrible procrastinator. I don't read to them enough before bed. I let them stay up watching tv with dad (while it's summertime) and I sneak off to go to bed. I tend to give in because it's easier. I'm not as firm as I should be with things. But at this moment, when they're eating, and not giving me attitude... I feel like I actually succeeded in something. I'm a Winner!! Chalk One Up For Me! Woohooo!!!