Now, I realise this won’t come as a surprise to many mums, but I now concede to the fact that eating with your child is the best way forward, specifically evening meals. I use the term ‘evening’ loosely, because I of course mean 5-5.30pm.
It is ridiculous that I was breaking my back to cook something for Austin at 5ish, only to have to prepare something for us adults after Austin had gone to bed. In my defense, I do think it’s quite a high mental barrier to get over- saying goodbye to yet another adult ritual. I don’t like eating so early, I’m starving again by 9pm and I can’t have a glass of wine with dinner at that time as I’m still breastfeeding. And I wouldn’t want to anyway at that hour. But it’s all part and parcel of having kids I reckon, and I’ve finally accepted this part of it.
We had a roast yesterday. Now Austin has some edges of teeth through, he can handle meat much better, and he certainly enjoyed the chicken juice soaked parsnips and roast potatoes.