I'm not talking about everyday meals. I mean those meals where you put a tiny bit more effort it. Like a Sunday roast. Or as happened this evening, a BBQ, our first of the year.
In my head I imagine DH, kids and I in the back garden standing around the fire, having a catch up about the week, a laugh, general relaxing with a glass of wine/soft drink for kids. Then all enjoying the meal together.
Except that is NEVER what happens. The kids watch TV and moan if we suggest they come outside and chat. And husband catches up on work emails. I stand outside next to the BBQ, turning sausages, clutching my glass of wine on my own, having made all the salads and set the table, waiting for someone to come and join me.
then finally as I turn the last sausage, they saunter out and say they are hungry. They sit down to eat and the food will be too spicy or the salad to salady or the potatoes not to their liking. And someone will strop and my husband will try to make it all right by saying how delicious everything is but I can see he is twitchy as he hasn't finished his work. And I think, sod it, open a second bottle of wine and ignore the lot.
Just me?