My kids are drama. Everything is a big deal. My daughter and son can’t find their socks or shoes on a daily basis but yes, they can find the worlds smallest onion or broccoli in their food.
Enchiladas, chili, homemade Pizza, all the way down to hot dogs with Mac and Cheese. It seems that whatever I make for dinner one out of five kids complains about it. I cannot tell you how many “Kid Friendly” Pinterest meals I have made (totally a load of shit because those “kid friendly” meals have me cookin’ hours in the kitchen). I never seem to get it right with ALL kids at the same time. You would honestly think they were eating shit on a platter with their reactions to some of my dishes. I am pretty sure my neighbors think I’m beating my children due to the loud intense screams coming from my house. Little do they know, it is just me trying to get a
damn child to eat their damn broccoli!
I know for a fact that I am not a bad cook. Okay, I will admit, some of my dishes aren’t the best and my husband will always kindly let me know with a wonderful phrase “Babe, I think I am pretty full” when I ask if he wants seconds. When he eats the second plate, I know I nailed it. When he sweetly declines, I know I better not make that dish again. Or the occasional dry food when I am overwhelmed with other things while cooking. One time I took dinner to my neighbors. I made chicken enchiladas, Homemade Mexican rice, Texas sheet cake cupcakes all while helping kids with homework and a baby attached to my leg. When my husband got home from work he made a plate, tasted it and then quietly set the plate down somewhere. I went to deliver the food thinking all was well and forgot about it. A couple weeks later I said I was going to make the same dinner. My husband then decided to tell me how dry the enchiladas were and how the rice was a little off… A COUPLE WEEKS LATER!!!! I was extremely pissed he didn’t tell me before I dropped dinner off. Had I known my dinner tasted like garbage, I would have ordered dinner from somewhere for them. I always try to forget that story because it makes my stomach hurt. So an apology to my neighbors, Sorry your enchiladas were dry and your rice was off!
Most nights I slave over the kitchen stove for what feels like HOURS just to dish out plates and have my wonderful, yet crappy children turn up their noses. I even try to bribe them with $20 bucks and they still will not touch it. A few nights I have rushed to my room in sheer beast mode because they will not eat what’s on their plate. I can’t tell you how many pillows I have hit because my kids won’t eat squat! It’s frustrating, to say the least.
What to do when your children will not eat?
I have come to the conclusion that if my kids do not eat their dinner, they will go to bed hungry. Now hold on, don’t think I am the meanest mom in the world. It actually works! If my kids don’t eat their dinner, they don’t get to eat anything else. When they do eat their dinner, they get the entire kitchen until bedtime. I am a pretty easy to please mom. Just eat your dinner and you can have the world. I swear it’s like making deals with 5 little devils. I truly cannot stand making a huge meal for my family of seven just to have no one eat it.
Rule of thumb in my home is…
You better eat your dinner before mommy starves you and loses her shit!