I’ll take full partial credit for raising children who need to eat by 5 pm or they turn into gremlins.
I don’t know how it happened, but that’s where we are.
You can imagine, then, the intensity of the 10-20 minutes that we are all home together before 5:00 during baseball season when EVERYONE NEEDS TO EAT and then scatter to at least 2, and sometimes 3 different fields to go to games and practices on just about, no, make that every weekday evening when you include soccer. There’s a controlled-mad dash for everything, and you can imagine that my wife and I both are not hungry at 5:00 and don’t really have any time to eat because we’re getting everything ready to go from an equipment and snacks perspective.
This usually means three things:
- There is never time to clean up dinner before baseball and we have to clean up afterwards, which means after most of the kids are in bed, which means like 9. Which is everyone’s favorite time to do dishes, obviously.
- The boys inevitably need additional food at 8 or 8:30, post-showers. Any leftovers that may have been available are generally gone, as well as at least 2-3 apples and some manner of dessert.
- My wife and I, at least 75% percent of the time, look at each other at 8:45, both exhausted, and try to figure out what WE are going to have to dinner. My oldest is now on to this, and tends to softly inquire if we can go to Whole Foods before it closes at 9, partially because he wants something and wants to tag along, but partially because I think he does want us to eat.
Bedford restaurants and establishments should be giving us special rewards points for the spring season, because more often than not we’re hitting up one eatery of another for a little late takeout, or I’m throwing together Brosgol Tapas, aka little dishes I assemble to be cute, to eat while sitting down for the first time all day.
It’s in some ways reminiscent of one of the more memorable lines from Fellowship Of The Ring, when Pippin talks about “second breakfasts,” except that obviously we’re now into the season of second dinners. Wish us luck in our evening foraging, because we’ve got a long way to go- baseball season goes all the way into mid-August.