So then…my husband David suggests that we try to eat dinner around 5:30 pm every day, otherwise our kids (age 3 & 5) tend to get a little hanky (hungry-cranky).
Good idea. So we follow that schedule.
Cut to three weeks later:
I let David know that I need to work late this evening. No problem, he says.
I come home at 7:30 pm to a completely clean kitchen.
Awesome! He must have fed the kids, then cleaned up afterwa—
Wait a minute.
I enter the family room where the kids and he are watching TV.
I greet everyone – hugs, kisses – and inquire about their days.
Then, when the kids are out of earshot…
Me: Did you feed the kids?
Him: Oh. Nah. (shrugs) They didn’t seem hungry.
Me: They said they weren’t hungry?
Him: I didn’t ask them. They just didn’t seem hungry.
Me: They didn’t SEEM hungry? You mean they weren’t writhing on the floor, clutching their bellies, begging for sustenance? They didn’t faint of malnutrition right in front of you? They didn’t collapse in front of the refrigerator with their tiny little fingers clawing at the door? OK, let’s just not feed them until they SEEM hungry. That sounds like a splendid plan!
He grins at my melodramatic contortions, but still attempts a lame, “Well, it’s OK to miss a meal once in awhile…”
Uh-huh. Hmmm. How interesting that the “once in awhile” happens to coincide with the one night I’m working late and he’s in charge of feeding them.
So if I’m around, dinner should be at 5:30 – but when he’s at the helm, dinner should be when the tykes send him an engraved invitation?
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great Dad – and usually pretty helpful with the kids – but this time, it’s a bit of a double standard, right?
Or do I just need to train my kids to pound their silverware on the table and chant “FOOD, FOOD, FOOD!” like li’l prison convicts when they’re hungry?
— Darcy Perdu
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