dinner madness

I am So. Tired. Of refereeing dinners with my three year old.

I am so tired of her claims of dislike before she's even sits down to take a bite.

I am so tired of fingers in ketchup.

I am so tired of negotiating numbers of bites before being excused.

I am so tired of hamster size bites.

I am so tired of whining and crying over sticky fingers, gooey chins and dropped sippy cups.

I am so tired of dinners with my three years old.

That's why I got out the bottle of Chenin Blanc from the fridge and finished it off on an empty stomach as I sat and watched her make shapes in her food with her fingers, pick minuscule bits of broccoli out of her meal, and make faces at the piece of food waiting on her fork.

I am SO. Done. With. Dinner. with my three year old.

Thank God it's date night (hence my empty stomach).