It’s 6:00pm. I just walked in the door for work. my parents are throwing information at me as they run out the door. The kids are hungry. One twin wants snack, the other a juice box and my son wants to watch cartoons.
“No snacks guys” I sigh. “Mamma’s gonna make you a dinner”.
I run around the kitchen frantically throwing something together.
Twenty minutes later I call them to eat. One twin comes and eats a few spoonfuls. The other sits there and looks at me as if I just gave her a plate of mud and my son screams “I want to watch peg plus cat!!!”.
“Come on sweetie” I coax Sansa. “Please eat something”.
“Good job June” I say in an enthusiastic tone.
“Get away!” I scream at the dogs as I walk to the living room.
“Sawyer you need to come and eat now. We eat as a family and we go through this everyday.”
“I’m not hungry” he says stubbornly.
“Well that’s fine but I am turning off the television. Plus if you want to watch octonauts you need to eat now.”
(My kids actually watch very little television but it just so happens that his two favourite shows air at dinner time).
We fight some more and I silently consider throwing the tv out the window (we already cancelled the cable). He finally comes in begrudgingly. By now, Sansa has left the table with an empty belly probably planning to raid the pantry in an hour and poor June just eats silently among the raucous.
This is not a bad day. This is every day. It doesn’t matter if I make one meal or three made to order. Whether I make something they have never had or even something they liked the last time I made it.
What I wouldn’t give to just sit down with the kids and have a nice meal (in case you were wondering, hubs is at work).
Honestly I am at a loss. I have tried bribery, begging, reinforcing good behaviour, but nothing works. All my kids ever seem to want to eat is snacks and never proper food. I do my best to buy lots of healthy fruits and veggies for easy munching but I am sorry, a banana is not dinner. Or my son’s excuse for breakfast and lunch. A plain piece of bread, from the bag, with nothing on it.
Let’s face it, I am not a very good cook and I know it. So when I actually do put in the effort not only am I disappointed, I am emotionally hurt because they won’t eat the food I have lovingly prepared for them.
It also hits a nerve because one of my pet peeves is wasting food. When they specifically ask for something and then don’t eat it, I can feel the anger burning inside.
I have read any books and I know picky eaters is something I am sure everyone faces but this “phase” has been around for many months now and I am just so discouraged so I am blogging. If you face something similar you are not alone. If you have any tips or tricks for me, please, do tell in the comments section.
In the meantime I am going to go eat all the kids leftovers before the dogs do.