I really do not like to leave the house in the evening, particularly when it is just the kids and me. Even if we managed to have a dinner where everything went rather well, and only a small portion of food landed on the floor, that in no way means venturing out into the world is a good idea.
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Call me crazy (most do I suspect) but I end up talking to the nicest people on the phone. Even when I was in college, I had a very long conversation with a woman trying to get me to switch phone companies. I was dodging an English assignment, and she was dodging cold calling more people. We ended up talking for nearly an hour about everything BUT the best long distance carrier.
There should be a support group for mothers of picky eaters. Heck, maybe there is. They probably meet at a fast food joint with a play area and bemoan how their child will eat that processed dreck and turn up their nose at food that actually contains something besides fat and sodium. I just avoid those play areas because it means my kids will ooze green mucus for six weeks straight.
The witching hours are fraught with peril, are they not? I used to laugh when I would see the phrase “witching hour”. Singular? Seriously? The period from after school until bedtime had the potential to turn me into the parental equivalent of Jack Torrance in The Shining: feeling trapped and more than a little crazy.


