Tuesday night has been martial arts night for a long time (although that is about to change...more on that later.) This means that I leave work, pick the Monster up, drive to martial arts, then finally get home around 6:15. Someone else is responsible for dinner, so that it's on the table when we get home.
When we came home last night, Monster asked if he could change the station, and Bug snapped at him. She was finishing up dinner, and I could tell that she was frustrated about something. I was giving her some space to work on a better mood, and trying not to get snappy with her.
We sat down to eat, and she had burned the side dish, so what was supposed to be white was more beige. There was some conversation about the brown flecks, and she was moping a little. Her father told her it was fine, she just infused the flavor of camping over a wood fire.
I bought the Monster a Would You Rather book at the book fair yesterday. He started talking about them with us at the table.
By the end of dinner, we were all laughing and joking, and grumpiness was banished.
I love our family dinners. They are the one thing that I strive to have almost every night. Sometimes we may not all be sitting there, but those that are home are expected to join us. Sometimes they end up in grumpiness still, but the majority of the time, they end up in laughter and family togetherness.