Wine, It’s What’s For Dessert

I could lie and say dinner at our house is a well-orchestrated Martha Stewart event, but I often end up fixing the girls a plate before the hubby and I sit down to eat. His office closes at 6 and by the time he gets home some nights the girls are badgering me to the point of insanity with “I’m hungrys!” and I catch them sneaking leftover Easter candy, which, like bunnies, apparently multiplies while we’re sleeping. At this rate they’ll be eating mini chocolate eggs in August.

Last week we had one of those nights. My peaceful family meal timing, as if I have such a thing, was impeccable. The girls finished dinner just as the hubby and I were sitting down to eat.

Miss A: Mommmmmmmmy, mayIpleezebescusedpleeze?

Yes baby.

Five seconds later.

Miss A: Mommmmmmmmy, can I have dessert?

Yes, but Mommy and Daddy are eating dinner now, OK? You need to wait until we’re finished eating.

Five seconds later.

Miss A: Mommmmmmmmy, can I have dessert now?

Mommy and Daddy are eating dinner. Wait until we’re finished eating.

Ten seconds later.

Miss A: Mommmmmmy, I want dessert!

Mommy and Daddy ARE STILL EATING. You need to wait a few more minutes, OK?

Things were rapidly devolving into the dinnertime equivalent of “Are we there yet?” Miss C, however, was quiet the entire time as she was sucked into the black hole known as the Disney Channel.

The hubby and I finished eating, or I should say I finished eating because years of multitasking in the kitchen has trained me to feed myself first so I have enough energy to pour myself a glass of wine.

OK, who wants a special root beer float made by Daddy?! I’m setting out the ice cream now!

Miss A: Mommmmmmmy, I don’t want a root beer float.

Two seconds later.

Miss A: What’s a root beer float?



  1. Jennifer says:

    We have to feed our kids the minute they come in the door from daycare. Seriously. Bud walks in and goes straight to the table. When I change jobs next month I have no idea how I’m going to do it.
    .-= Jennifer´s last blog ..My baby is two =-.

  2. Jennifer says:

    I say “Oh, if you can’t wait for desert, then you must be still hungry…here let me get you a PB and J”, they back off right quick like.

    There is a reason her and her aunt made a Mii character named “MEAN mommy”, cause I rock the mean.
    .-= Jennifer´s last blog ..Le heavy sigh

  3. lifeinapinkfibro says:

    I know we’re meant to enjoy family meals to nurture togetherness and communication… but sometimes I love feeding them early, packing them off to bed, and then sitting down to actually enjoy my meal.
    Never had a root beer float. Now I feel deprived.
    .-= lifeinapinkfibro´s last blog ..When you can

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