I was a picky eater as a child... and as a youth.... I guess I still am a picky eater. I can remember my parents getting angry with me as I turned up my nose at what mom had made, refusing to eat anything that was not "normal". I refused to eat anything containing onions. mushrooms or green pepper, foods that I still cannot stand today. I remember being told my reaction was less than polite, I remember my dad angrily telling me that my mom had worked hard.... but nope, I was not going to eat it if I did not like it, after all, it was my choice and I knew what was best and NOBODY was going to force me to eat. I understood that my mom worked hard to make us a healthy meal but she should have made something I liked.... Yup, I was a gem!
I am learning that payback is a bitch..... This is what my dinner table looked like last night after I had made a wonderful roast dinner. (I make a damn good roast) Now mind you, my superhero was not there to defend me, but I have, in the past, heard these words come out of his mouth..... "Your mother worked hard, don't be rude" I have 4 little boys sitting at the table, 2 on either side and I am at the head of the table... or the ass of the table depending on who you are talking to..... Directly to my right is my baby boy and because of his actions, I am picking roast beef out of my hair. Not really so bad until the tossed salad with ranch dressing is stuck to my cheek. Before I know it, he has tossed his entire meal and is banging on the pantry door wanting a fruit snack... Um nope, not happening.... Next to him is my 3rd, he is blatantly saying "this is yucky, I am not eating it, ewwww, yucky, gross...." I proceed to tell him that he is being rude, there will be no snacks, he can sit at the table quietly and wait until we are all done. The pace in which I am eating has slowed considerably now. He excepts his defeat and starts to cry, although 10 minutes later his plate is clean and against all odds, he is still alive. Across from him is my eldest, who gobbles down his salad and is now gagging with every bite of roast. Each gag is followed by a chaser of orange juice. I tell him to cut it out and that if it is that bad don't eat it, but there will be no snacks. He tells me through watery eyes that he wants a snack and he finishes.. oddly enough, his gag reflex disables itself and the rest of the meal goes down without a hitch. Directly to my left, sits my 2nd... he has food obsessions and I will not lie, I knew he would not eat. He gets fixated, usually eating only choices from his very limited list of acceptable food items. He has tried for at least 30 minutes to convince me to make him waffles, however he had those for breakfast and lunch and I am not running a restaurant. I douse his salad in dressing, the extra fat is good for him. He asks every 2 minutes for more dressing although there is an entire bottle on his plate already. I give in knowing that at least he will eat his salad. I finally convince him that he could dip his roast in cheese dip from his favourite pizza place, he eats this dip on EVERYTHING if given the opportunity. I soon learn that we have ran out of cheesy sauce and he dissolves into a sobbing mess. It looks as though someone has killed his best friend. Being as witty as I am, I tell him roast dipped in Ranch dressing would be fantastic! I piece of roast goes into the dip, it barely touches his lips and he starts yelling "yucky, ewww.... I need ketchup". I figure that this is a good option although I know he has never eaten ketchup willingly before.... I should have listened to that little voice that objected in my head. Within minutes he has mixed the ranch and ketchup, thrown all the roast into this mix and declared it unfit to eat.... he then has the nerve to ask me for waffles....
Needless to say, only 1 and 3 received after dinner snacks of their choice... the other 2 must have been starving this morning when they had breakfast at Grandma's house. Dinner was not enjoyable, they were being rude and I was exhausted.... Sheesh.... I guess what goes around, comes around.... Sorry mom......
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