A guest post from the very funny What Mum Should Have Told Me:
‘Get your fingers out of the cat food young lady and don’t even think about putting them in your… Oh. They’re in your mouth. Wonderful.’
I had such high hopes about mealtimes before I had my children. I had dreams…variety, vitamins, hearty, wholesome, home-cooked. After 6 six years of torture, I throw my hands up and admit that teatime more often than not involves chasing my youngest across the length and breadth of the house, to get her to sit at the table; negotiating with my eldest about how much of his food he has to eat (before it even arrives) and my middle child, well, I lie to her. A lot.