SHE SAID:
There is a lot to be said for enjoying a good plate of food..
The kids get served their plates first at dinner time, then adults. So, after getting the boys situated and sitting down with their plates, I go back into the kitchen and get out a plate for Tony.
Then the race begins. He's racing to shovel down every morsel of food on his plate, while I'm scrambling to get my plate fixed and get over so that I can sit with him as we eat. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose.
It's like this: after being at work all day, kids get home around 2:30, homework, soccer practice, school events, cooking dinner, getting everyone fed, etc. etc... I kind of look forward to dinnertime. I get to sit down -- excuse me, we get to sit down together and eat a meal together. Usually with O'Reilly on the TV, but I do try to curb the complaining. He's just home from work and wants to watch the news. I can understand that. But, no sooner do I sit down beside him and take my first bite of dinner, I look over and he's halfway through already. I eat my food in order. I eat one thing on my plate at a time and I no sooner get one section of food down the hatch and he's throwing his fork down on his plate and doing a touchdown dance in the living room because he's the first one done.
I swear I've had to stop him from spiking the plate sometimes. sheesh.
HE SAID:
I'm not one for complaining, but consider this: I'm up pretty early every morning. And I don't eat breakfast. That's not necessarily my fault, I just can't stomach food before 9:30 - 10:00 am. Now if work is busy, I may not get a chance to eat lunch. That means about 2 or 3 days a week dinner is my only meal. So I get home and have to smell the food until ALL the boys have been fed. That's 4 of them. Then my plate gets made. That's a lot going up the olfactory gland, know what I mean.
Now I don't eat fast because I'm hungry. It's just the way I've always been. As a baby my great grandmother threw a fit at how fast my mother would feed me. Of course my mother didn't understand her since she only spoke German, but you can imagine how it sounded. As I'm told the story goes my mother handed her the bowl of food and spoon. When she tried to feed me at a "normal" rate I threw the fit and wouldn't stop until she started shoveling it in. She then handed it back to my mother and quietly walked away. It's my nature, I love good food, just don't want to waste time eating it. Intravenously anyone?
Truthfully Maria, it's nothing personal. I do the best any man can at waiting...
I swear I've had to stop him from spiking the plate sometimes. sheesh.
HE SAID:
I'm not one for complaining, but consider this: I'm up pretty early every morning. And I don't eat breakfast. That's not necessarily my fault, I just can't stomach food before 9:30 - 10:00 am. Now if work is busy, I may not get a chance to eat lunch. That means about 2 or 3 days a week dinner is my only meal. So I get home and have to smell the food until ALL the boys have been fed. That's 4 of them. Then my plate gets made. That's a lot going up the olfactory gland, know what I mean.
Now I don't eat fast because I'm hungry. It's just the way I've always been. As a baby my great grandmother threw a fit at how fast my mother would feed me. Of course my mother didn't understand her since she only spoke German, but you can imagine how it sounded. As I'm told the story goes my mother handed her the bowl of food and spoon. When she tried to feed me at a "normal" rate I threw the fit and wouldn't stop until she started shoveling it in. She then handed it back to my mother and quietly walked away. It's my nature, I love good food, just don't want to waste time eating it. Intravenously anyone?
Truthfully Maria, it's nothing personal. I do the best any man can at waiting...
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