I am tired of doing dinner time with my kid. If I have her tell me her belly is full after 3 bites of lettuce one more time I am going to lose it.
I am seriously tired of it.
I am tired of telling her to stop playing and start eating. I am tired of listening to her cry because I wouldn't make her chicken nuggets or mac and cheese because those are the only two things she is willing to eat. I am tired of trying to get her to sit still for 5 minutes and eat and I am tired of the whining and crying about it. I am tired of her telling me she's full and her belly hurts only to have her ask for ice cream or cake or a snack 15 minutes later. I am tired of explaining OVER AND OVER that if she's got room for ice cream, she has room for carrots (or chicken or mashed potatoes or whatever).
Lila ALWAYS has room for dessert.
I am tired of not being able to have a conversation with Ben at the table without Lila banging things or throwing something or getting out of her seat 200 times.
Trust me when I say that the whole "fine, go to bed without dinner" thing does not work. She says that's fine, gets down and plays, and then cries for the next 4 hours because she is hungry. Then she is awake every 2 hours through the night. The last time she went to school and told her teacher that I wouldn't feed her when she was starving. I am even less willing to deal with that bullshit.
I refuse to be one of those parents who lets their kids have lax table manners and I truly believe that dinner time is important family time. My parents say that I behaved at the table when I was her age. I ate whatever my mother put in front of me (with a few exceptions) and I never expected dessert every night.
I want to just stop feeding her altogether for a week. Then see how she does when I say, "let's sit down and eat, shall we?" I bet that she'd be ready to sit and eat then.
I don't bribe her with desserts. She always brings it up. I have stopped telling her "if you eat your dinner" and started saying "we don't have dessert so this is what you have to eat." She cries EVERY SINGLE TIME. I give her tiny portions and she still won't eat them. In fact, I would argue that the less I put on her plate, the less she actually eats.
WHAT THE HELL DID I DO WRONG HERE??? Am I breeding a kid who is a shoe-in for an eating disorder later? Should I just take her to the shrink now and get that inevitable process started? And when did mothers start worrying so much about what and how much their kids ate? I am pretty sure my mother didn't give a shit if I ate or not.