Thursday, March 7, 2013



I am kind of like a Nazi about family dinner.  Enough so that on a night like tonight, a night that I was completely tapped out by a long phone call with a troubled friend, a night when I’d prepared no dinner and Russ cooked frozen pizza for the kids while I heated up leftover chicken-noodle soup and I wanted to hide while I was eating it because I was so emotionally spent, everyone still assumed that we were all eating together and came to the table.

I can’t say that I was thrilled.  I was happier at the thought of some solitude with my soup and my computer.  But of course I couldn’t send them all away, not when they were assuming that we’d have family dinner.  So I set my computer aside and pretended to be happy.

The funny thing is, within just a few minutes I was happy.  Their chatter and banter and silliness even singing re-energized me, filling my heart with the awareness of just how blessed I am.  And then I was grateful once again for our family dinner habit…


  1. Your lucky kids. :) it's so hard to fake a smile when your heart is troubled with something. Glad you have those four great reasons to fake it till you make it living in that house of yours!

  2. I love this post! I can tell already that I will be a dinner nazi too. I'm glad you were able to have a good evening.

  3. That is sweet. My kids, as much as they drive me nuts, always can make me smile.