What an adventure at dinner tonight!! It was a family affair because my aunt was in town from Minnesota. Dinner with the works!! Roast beef, cooked carrots, corn, salad, rolls, and potatoes. Sounds awesome, eh? That's what I thought and I guess that's what I get for thinking!!
Kids were set up to eat. Even had their own little table because the adult table was full. Glasses of milk were poured, and grace had been said. That's when the sobbing began. Not just from one of my kids, but both. What the heck?? "Mommy, we don't like these kind of potatoes, do we have to eat them?" Oh man, this isn't gonna be good. When this happens at my parents house, I ALWAYS lose. I try to remain firm and make them eat what is in front of them, but inevitably, my parents or brother go behind my back and eat their food or tell them they only have to eat so many bites. Not tonight, DAMMIT!!! I kindly turn and address both children, telling them "Yes, you have to eat those potatoes. They are mashed potatoes". They reply with whines, telling me they aren't the "regular" mashed potatoes, and they don't want to eat them. I do not relent, stay firm, and insist they must eat them. Should've known I wouldn't get away with it, as soon as the crying got loud, the looks began. Not from the kids, from my family. Okay, okay, they only had to eat three bites. Jeesh. They did eat their meat, corn and dinner roll. Battle number one went to the kids.
Then came the dessert course. I had made some pretty rich peanut butter fudgy bars. My daughter didn't want that, she wanted Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls (also a favorite of mine). "Sure, fine, but it's seven o'clock so you can't have both rolls or you will be up all night." Holy crap, meltdown city. I don't think she has EVER melted like she did tonight. She sat at the dinner table and cried. Begging..."Please, Mommy, I will do whatever you want if you let me have both swiss cake rolls". I addressed my entire family and made it clear she was not to have two swiss cake rolls! She got louder and the looks began again. "NO". Then came the begging again. "NO". Then, for the first time ever, seriously, she stomped out of the kitchen, screaming about how unfair it was that everyone else got two swiss cake rolls. I have never witnessed her this angry, over a freaking swiss cake roll. I left her where she was, told her she could come to the kitchen when she was ready and eat her ONE roll. My mother went out to speak to her, calmed her down, or so we thought. Nope, as soon as she saw me, more begging. "NO". Next it was my aunts turn. Whatever she said, whatever she did, it worked. She calmed her down. She came right through the kitchen, into the living room and didn't even eat the damn swiss cake roll. Battle number two, won by me.(I think)
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