We don’t have a traditional sit-down dinner every night. Several nights a week, my husband comes home well after dinner time and those nights usually consist of cold cereal or sandwiches for dinner. Other nights we collaborate with my in-laws and I usually skate by without having to do any work.
My favorite phrases I hear from my mom and dad in-law?
“Don’t you dare do those dishes!”
“It’s ok, we got this.”
I hope to heaven they get some extra jewels in their crowns for giving me such a nice break!!
But when we are all at home, I do try and make dinner a special event. If you follow me on Instagram (and you totally should) you’ll sometimes catch me in the midst of a domestic moment. It’s very sweet, I assure you.
The kids and I set out the table.
We sit down and pray.
And then we try to eat.
But it never just “happens” without some kind of weird interruption.
Here’s a brief synopsis of what I find myself saying at our dinner table:
“Put the noodle down so we can pray!”
To my husband: “Don’t you dare say ‘thats what she said!'”
“You have to wear more than underwear at the dinner table.”
To my husband: “Can you please help him back into his underwear?”
“The food sits on the table. You sit on the chair.”
To my husband: “It would have been better if one of us majored in zoology.”
“It’s not nice to talk while your sister prays.”
To my husband: “What are they teaching him in Sunday school?!”
“Dinner time is NOT the time to go to the bathroom!!”
To my husband: “Can you go wipe her? After all, I’m dishing up the lasagna.”
“You’ll never get big if you don’t eat that.”
To my husband: “I can’t eat that or I’ll be huge.”
“Just dip it in some Ketchup—then you’ll like it.”
To my husband: “This is why we have no friends.”
“I am DONE for the night. No one talk to me!!”
To my husband: “You’re doing the dishes. Peace. Out.”
What do you find yourself saying at the dinner table?