Supper Poll

I love the dinner hour. I love the kids coming home from school, and lifting up pot lids, and peering into the oven and salivating over what they will be eating soon. I love hearing about their day and seeing how long it takes for the conversation to degenerate into bathroom talk and how quickly I can bring it back on track. If the phone rings we will only answer it if it is their dad or my KoD. (We set them up their own distinct ring tones). Even if I only have a half hour of their precious time, I enjoy every single second of it.

Sometimes, like last night, when cooking was the last thing on my mind, the kids had pot luck supper – basically anything they wanted that they could make themselves. Some had cereal, some had those fancy shmancy noodle soup in the reusable bowl thingies….. and my fifth child (Blessing popped over, saying “Hi Ima” as he walked in) also foraged. They like to do this occasionally – I leave them to their own devices and eavesdrop on the conversations – amazing the things you learn this way. I don’t like to make a habit of it though. Even less often I let them eat in front of the TV – but only when I am truly desperate for some peace and quiet.

What is your supper routine? Do you eat together with your spouse and kids? Do the kids eat first and then you eat with your spouse later? Is dinner a meal in front of the television? Do you allow phones to be answered and texts returned while eating together as a family? Is there a ban on outside communication while the family dines together? Do you wish you ate together as a family? Does it happen often?

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  1. Henny says:

    I didn’t grow up eating with the family. It was a big household full of aunts, uncles, boyfriend, girlfriends, cousins and god knows what else. People kind of grabbed a plate and went into their own little world. Unless it was Thanksgiving or Christmas we ate where we wanted.

  2. chav says:

    As kids we ate shortly after we got home from school , about 6ish. My mom didn’t join us, she ate with my dad when he got home from work after that. She’d be puttering in the kitchen though. There wasn’t really any official “how was your day” talk, but I guess we just talked and ate. There were no phones texting or anything like that, so it was just dinner.
    My kids (the 2 younger ones get out earlier) eat when they arrive home from school at 5 (BECAUSE THEY ARE STARVING AND THEY WILL DIE IF THEY DON’T;) or shortly after. When they are done my 13 yo walks in and eats then. I will eat with them if I am hungry, but eating or not, I am at the table talking and listening and chilling with my kids.
    There is no phone talking or texting at my dinner table. I never made that rule, but if it were to be an issue, I would. Dinner with dad is always nice when he could make it home on time. Sometimes, he’s the chef. We love it when that happens.

  3. RubyV says:

    No phone or texting at dinner. Mr. R travels about 50% of the month, so if he is home, he and Pixie have dinner together, or Pixie and I have dinner together. The three of us eat together on weekends mostly. If it is finals week, or something else insane that is school related, Pixie gets the treat of watching some TV while eating (so that I can work in relative peace). We talk to Pixie throughout the day, so dinner is pretty relaxed. When Mr. R is home, we take turns cooking.

  4. We usually eat watching the news. Together. And talk about it. It takes Evan a while to wind down and be able to communicate about his day so that usually comes in quiet times later while I am doing homework or something…he’ll wander in to talk. Anth and I constantly communicate…I think we do it all pretty well :)

  5. Right now me and my husband have dinner together pretty much every night, except for the rare occasion one of us is out with friends. We don’t really have a dinner table though (apartment has no room for it) so we eat at the coffee table in the living room.

    Growing up the kids usually ate dinner together, but my parents ate separately- my mom on her own and my dad when he got home later at night (he’s a shrink, so works mostly at night when his patients get out of work). We’d have dinner together on Thursday and Friday night.

  6. mrsmelissasg says:

    I hope to be able to do something akin to what I had growing up when I have kids… We had the news on in the background but ate together at the table, no one was excused until everyone was done. We hated to listen to the phone ring (landline, no cell phones, and for many years, not even an answering machine b/c my parents didn’t think there was a point to them) , so we would answer the phone and just say “we’re eating dinner, can we call you back?” My parents actually will still say this to me if I call during dinner, even though its just the two of them at home. Dinner was definitely the concentrated family time in our lives, and I know I cherished it – even if I didn’t tell my parents that.

  7. Anna says:

    My husband and I eat together – try to eat at the dining room table, but sometimes in front of the tv! Growing up we always, always ate at the table all together. Once we (hopefully) have kids, I’m going to try really hard to make sure we all eat together at the table each night.

  8. Miriam says:

    In the winter we have dinner together, but in spring and summer the girls eat earlier. Dh gets home from arvit too late for the girls to eat and feels that it is too early for dinner before he heads out to learn.

    During this period dh will sit with the girls while they eat and the girls sit with him while he eats. Its a great time for them to share whatever they’ve been learning and playing that day.

    The only thing I’ll answer is a BBM (dh is the only person who is on my list so I know its from him).

  9. lady lock and load says:

    My family looks forward to when my husband comes home from work and eats dinner with us. He has a very long day so when he finally comes home I do not like to share him with anyone who calls on his cell phone. We have recently installed a NO PHONE zone until eight o’clock, so we can spend some time as a family.

  10. Otir says:

    Since you ask the question, and I read your blog faithfully, I feel like I have to answer – when it is a general question like that, and not a knowledge question.

    But our family is so atypical, that I always feel self-conscious if I try and tell how it goes, and I am afraid of judgement.

    There is never phone calls in my home, or so seldom that if they were to happen during meal times, I would certainly be startled and would pick it up wondering who could call.

    Television is not either something that anyone is really interested in. There is no spouse. My elder son most of the times gets his plate so fast that most of the times I haven’t even spotted him come and “steal” it and same when he brings it back, empty and clean it away either on the table or in the sink. It generally happens when I just turned my back to get something.

    If by chance he sits at the dinner table, there are no chances he will wait for anyone else to join, he does not care, and attempts to rally his brother on time during the wonderful two minutes window I have that he will stay seated are very seldom successful.

    When by chance they are, well, two minutes is not really enough to elicit any conversation. His brother can get bored after that short period of time, and he seldom shares spontaneously with me anything, so after one or one and a half question, he is begging me for leaving the table.

    Sometimes we manage to sit ten minutes and enjoy the meal together, I am very thankful for those minutes, but they repeat very rarely.

  11. sheldan says:

    “We set them up their distinctive ring tones…”

    I’d really like to know what the “ex’s” ringtone is…KIDDING!

    • HSaboMilner says:

      funny – truth is Sheldan, my ex and I are extremely respectful towards each other. His ring tone is the tune of charge of the light brigade…kids set it up. When the school calls it is set to sound like a police siren. ;)

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