Dinner Solutions for Families

A friend called me last week, and as we discussed our day, we inevitably came to the question that plagues us every day at 3pm.

“What are you making for dinner tonight?

I have to be honest, on the days I feel ill prepared, this question makes me sweat with panic.

I could hear my friend suffering through that familiar place.  The one that dreads family mealtime and the begging and pleading and uneaten food.  The rut of dinner.

I have three dinner solutions in my pocket that I call on when I need to shake things up.  So far, they haven’t failed me yet.  I don’t do them often.  Just on the days when I feel I just can’t bare to make it through another dinner. So I started sharing some ideas with my friend.

She tried a couple of them, and reported back that her kids LOVED it.  I’m talking peaceful meal, everyone ate, mom and dad were happy kind of dinners.

So, I thought, why not share them with you?

Here are three dinner solutions that work for me when I’m in a rut.

Mexcillent Meals

It all started with from Kelley Nettles of Kelley’s Breakroom.

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One night, while the kids begged to snack on tortilla chips as I scrambled to make tacos, I remembered this post and saw the light.

“Welcome to Thomasita’s!” I yelled to the kids in my best hostess voice.

Then I poured the bag of tortilla chips in to a bowl, brought paper and crayons for them to color, and took their order.

Since then, what was once a plain taco dinner has turned in to a Mexican fiesta.  Pandora has a great Mariachi station and I fire that up before the kids begin to loiter around the kitchen.  I set up their placemats, serve chips and salsa, and await their seating.  It’s all Chi-Chi’s and Don Pablo’s up in here.

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Jon and I sip margaritas (a.k.a. “adult lemonade”) while the kids get to drink lemonade instead of milk, and they happily sit at the counter munching chips while we make dinner.

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Everyone makes his or her own tacos, buffet style, and dinner suddenly feels like a treat rather than a chore.  It’s like going to a restaurant without having to fork over your credit card at the end.  Or apologize to patrons behind you that have been accidentally showered with shredded Monterey Jack.

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Bad Manners Night

This tactic may not be for everyone, as it requires relinquishing control a bit.  If you get all twitchy at the notion of your kids being gross at the dinner table, then maybe skip this one.

It’s a night where the kids get to do whatever the heck they want (within reason).  They’re allowed to burp, put their feet on the table, talk with their mouths full, wipe their mouths on their forearms, shun utensils.   We established some ground rules before we started (throwing food is a no-no), and I usually try to pick something that’s easy to clean up, like hot dogs or pizza. The hardest part is keeping my mouth shut and letting them have fun.

My kids loved this so much that we’ve designated a day a month to do this, and henceforth, the 16th of the month is Bad Manners Night.  It makes sitting through all of the other 29 dinners a month manageable, because they know eventually they’ll get to break some rules.  And some months my kids completely forget, as if they’ve already gotten it out of their system.

Tapas for Toddlers

Okay, so my kids aren’t toddlers anymore.  But occasionally, we decide to deviate from our traditional meal and opt for tapas night.  It’s your basic “snack dinner.”

I usually put out a variety of appetizers, like crudité and dip, some pretzels, cheese and crackers, and if I have them on hand, some frozen items I can heat quickly like dumplings or chicken tenders.  The kids aren’t required to eat at the dinner table, but instead we gather around a coffee table in the living room.  The kids feel like they get to be a bit sneaky by not having an official sit-down dinner, and I get to skip stirring anything on a stove. Boom!  Dinner solved.

Essentially, when I find myself in a dinner rut, escaping the confines of a traditional dinner and creating a new environment does wonders for my kids’ eating habits and our family’s psyche.  These dinner solutions are like a reset button for our family meals.  And, I’m always open to new suggestions.

Especially around 3pm.

Have a dinner solution you’d like to share?  I’d love to hear it!  Drop me a comment below, or continue the discussion with me on or .

 

Down in it…

Today was a rough day…well, maybe not the whole day, but the first half was utter crap.  I woke up feeling exhausted and hit with the cold I’ve been trying to escape from just about everyone in my family and K’s company.  And that funky mood followed me around all morning and most of the afternoon.  Rehearsal only brought out the worst in me.  Decisions were made that I passively was a part of, and now that I didn’t make my concerns known, I’m stuck in a hard place.  It’s my own fault, really, for not stepping up and vocalizing more adamantly what I wanted and didn’t want.  Once I fell in to that tar pit of gloom, it was impossible to pull myself out of it.  And every thing that occurred for the rest of the day just exacerbated my foul mood. 

Thankfully, my friend M knows what kind of work I’ve been doing on myself, and gave me a verbal slap in the face.  M is a tell-it-like-it-is kind of gal, and I love that about her.  She reminded me that my ego loves misery and feeds off of it; that the things I’m telling myself are lies and fodder for negative thinking.  It was the exact thing I needed to hear at that moment and it shook me out of my funk so that I was able to get on with my day.  In the end, I had a great afternoon with the kids and everything went so smoothly that I almost didn’t want the kids to go to bed.  Wait, did I just say that?  I did say almost.

What do YOU do to pull yourself out of a bad day and turn it around?

Back in the day…

I’m going to go ahead and admit something. I’ve been in a total funk lately.  And I feel guilty that I do – I have absolutely no reason to feel this way.  Especially with everything going on in the world, feeling down makes me feel like an ungrateful spoiled brat.  I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and amazing husband, two adorable children that I had no problem creating, the use of my legs, lungs, eyes, ears, heart.  And yet, I can’t help feeling a little lost.  I find myself getting angry a lot, my fuse having shortened a long time ago.  Little things that shouldn’t bother me set me off and get my whole day and mood off-kilter.  It’s a horrible place to be.  And I know what you’re thinking.  “Gee, Gina, perhaps you’re depressed?”  However, I’ve already got that covered.  What I’m left with is that I’m not really digging the person I am right now.  I think back to those days, y’know, the ones before kids?  ITDBK.  It’s my new acronym for In The Days Before Kids.  But I digress.  My memory of myself was more relaxed and able to laugh a lot, willing to be silly if the mood hit me.  While I’ve always been a worry wart, it’s never elevated to such a level as it has being a mother.  It’s a vicious spiral of thought.  “What if Miss P doesn’t nap?  Will she have a horrible meltdown while I’m trying to make dinner?  Oh great, then she’ll be so clingy that I won’t be able to give Mr. B any attention, then he’ll get all silly and act out.  And will that mean bedtime will be hard?  And then will Miss P wake up early?  And will she then wake up Mr. B?”  It’s exhausting to think that way!  I KNOW that is no way to live, and yet I find myself in this stupid and toxic pattern on a daily if not more-than-daily basis.  I’ve tried reading self-help (if it’s on Oprah’s list, is that still considered “self-help?”  or just popular?) books on positive thinking, and while some of the principles help for a short period of time,  I can’t seem to maintain that inertia over the long haul.  I KNOW I need to change this nasty pattern.  I can’t stand to be with myself, so I can only imagine what it’s like for Jon and the kids.  

Kids.  I wish that I could live life like a kid.  They totally embody that whole “living in the moment” thing, don’t they?  Both of my kids are just so present most of the time, with the exception of times when the boob tube in on.   Oh to live life with that kind of energy!  Where a disappointment or a hurt feeling has the life span of about three minutes, and then it’s gone as fast as it came.  Mr. B can snap out of a bad mood or come back from being disciplined so quickly it’s unreal.  We can get angry at him for some kind of act he’s done, he’ll sulk for about five minutes, and then talk to us like nothing happened.  No grudges, no bitterness, just seizing whatever moment he’s in.  I guess this is what they say when you hear adults talk about their kids teaching them more then the adults teach the kids.  I’m trying really, really really hard to be the best me I can be.  I feel like I’m failing at the moment.  I know there is a fun, warm, fully present and giving mom and wife in me.  I just have to dig deep and pull her out.