It’s the bane of every sports parent – the 6:00 game/practice/class that makes it virtually impossible to feed people on a normal schedule. At those times, the lure of the golden arches and its equally unhealthy brethren can loom pretty large.
Well, I decided to compromise on those nights where a family meal is not in the cards. Yes, we eat in the car. But we eat what I was going to serve them anyway.
Granted, this is not my preferred way to deliver the evening meal. But there are nights I just have to admit that I cannot feed my family in one room, at the table, and still get where we have to go.
On these nights, I send my kids to the car where they buckle up, and then I hand them a plate full of food to eat on the way.
It’s not beautiful, but some nights it’s the best I can do. And at least I’m not super-sizing anything.
(Oh, and the 300? Turns out this is my 300th post. Sounds impressive until I realize how long I’ve been blogging and do the math.)
Tomorrow…U is for Underwear
Read the series at A is for About