Mommy Diaries: Dinner

You know those commercials? The ones where it looks like the family is having lunch in the middle of a golf course and the kids are sitting at the table politely waiting for mom to carry in the tray of juice/cheese/bologna?  Or the one where everyone’s sitting and waiting while the mom is reading a book in the kitchen pretending that dinner isn’t ready just to get some peace?

Who are they kidding?

My dinner with the monkeys and Superdad is nothing like that. I can’t get them to sit at the table when there’s food on it. 

Allow me to paint a picture for you. L Boogie is almost always running around me singing/ dancing/ demanding I catch her. Z Money is somewhere trying to get me to pick her up. Every time she catches my eye she puts her hands in the air and tries to scurry towards me as quickly as possible. And I can only put the chicken down so many times before this gets annoying. 

Then there’s Superdad. 

If he is home in time for dinner, the more chaotic it is, the more questions he feels he needs to ask me. Did you cut L’s nails? Did you know Z has a weird sticker stuck to the bottom of her foot? Why’d you make chicken? When are you going to ask me about my day? Have you called my mom lately? 

This is the part where I turn and snap like a crazed lunatic: have you called my mom lately?! To which he very calmly replies: Okay fine I’m going to go make some phone calls. (Disappears for 2 hours and inevitably misses dinner)

And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

I’ll tell you why. My kids and husband like to radiate around me. And it’s the cutest thing. They don’t want to go play somewhere else while I get dinner ready. They want to be around me as much as possible. And that warms my heart. So yes, after the madness subsides, it’s nice to take a step back and see the situation for what it really is. Two crazy kids and a Superdad that want my life to revolve around theirs, because I’m the center of it.