For the millionth time tonight, I made a pasta meal and offered my kids three different sauce options, thinking (hoping, praying) that this would mean everyone would walk away from the dinner table satisfied. It all started out promising! Each kid gave me a clear answer, I dished up their meal, they looked at their plates with expressions of positivity, and dug in. It’s probably pretty clear by the title of this blog post that it all went south from here. Sigh.

By the end of dinner, one kid refused to eat anything, another kid decided she wanted a different sauce, and the last kid ate only half his meal. This last kid should be the saving grace, but honestly, I already know he’s going to be hungry later and he’s going to look to us to make him a new meal.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

To be clear, this blog post doesn’t have any solutions to the above. (But, hey, if you have a solution - that I haven’t desperately tried already - hit me up!) This post is purely about solidarity. Generally speaking, kids aren’t known to be particularly open-minded about food options so I’m assuming that at least some of the people who come across this post will be reading along, nodding their heads in exasperation.

So, if it’s 7pm and you’re about to tear your hair out or weep quietly into your, now, cold plate of food, know at least, that you’re not alone. I see you and I salute you. You’ll get through this. We all will.