One thing that really gets to me is when I call my family to dinner and they don't come.
Now, I understand taking a few seconds to finish something up before coming to the table, but I'm talking about many, many minutes.
I have been known, on occasions, when my family does not join me at the table, to go ahead and start eating by myself. They eventually notice and then guiltily join me.
Well, today, I spent some extra time and put one of Andy's favorites in the crock pot...Chicken Corden Bleu...awesome recipe found here.
I knew he was going to go to the Brigham City Temple open house with the youth in the ward right after work. I calculated time and figured he should be home around 6:00 p.m. (that was even giving him some cushion time). About five o'clock I even made some herb bread...I usually don't make much beyond the main dish :) At six I called Andy's cell to find out when he would be home. He told me that they were out of the temple and were going to walk back to the cars and have something to eat before they headed home.
After I hung up the phone I called the kids to come to the table. Since I was finishing up last minute details on the meal I didn't push it when they didn't respond immediately. I asked again a minute later and then when they didn't come I raised my voice (slightly :) and called them a final time. This time I got a couple of whining responses basically saying they were too busy doing something else.
(They had found their Silly Putty in the bread box which they hadn't seen for months. You see, I store many of the little trinkets and things I don't necessarily want them to keep in the bread box in hopes that they will forget about them. After enough time has passed and they have forgotten completely about these things I throw them away. I know that sounds really mean but it is one way I have found that helps to keep the clutter down. Anyway, someone found their little treasures in the box and they were happily engaged.)
After that response I dished up my own food and enjoyed a solitary dinner. The kids were clueless.
Here they are half an hour after I called them for the third time.
I finished eating and then fed Ben his dinner.
I waited for someone to say something but they didn't, not even when I told Josh it was time to go down and get his scout shirt on. Abby and Matt finished playing and asked if they could go outside. Why not?
Josh went off to scouts and I put the away the food. An hour passed. The kids came in from outside just before Andy arrived home at eight. Then it came...
"Mom, we never had dinner". I calmly explained that I had eaten dinner but they never came to the table when I called them. I offered them bread and butter since dinner was put away and it was bedtime.
That did not make them happy but they finally ate and we got them to bed.
This is a fault of mine. Often I would rather play the martyr than try and work things out calmly.
It's something I should work on...however, in my mind I'm justifying it by telling myself that it's teaching them a lesson so that they will obey the next time.
We'll see how well that works out for me :)