DD1 (4 yrs) and DD2 (3 yrs) are generally good eaters, for which I'm eternally thankful. At lunch they will behave well and eat a good lunch. At dinner time, however it is a different story and it is rare that we get through the meal without some kind of stand off, bargaining, bribery, confiscation or separation. It is torture, although they seem to think most of it is great fun. Often an entire meal is binned, barely touched. The only exception to this is if I serve them things that they really, really love (just pasta & pesto & sausages basically) but as they have lunch each day at school then it means that I can't ensure that they are getting a varied enough diet and I want them to have different foods.
It makes me so pissed off and I hate that they basically go to bed with no food, except some milk which goes against my instincts, despite the fact I know they won't starve overnight. Despite this I do still end up giving them either a piece of bread and butter or a banana so that my fear of midnight starvation is allayed! Then I feel that the whole battle to get them to eat has been wasted because they have ended up getting something that they end up seeing as a treat.
I know why it happens (they're tired, and I'm tired and their high jinx push my buttons).
I've tried sitting with them and trying to gently cajole them into conversation and eating. I've tried getting tough. I've tried a combination of the two. I don't give them snacks in the afternoon if I can barely help it (i.e. hard to refuse when there are biscuits a-plenty at a friends house) but this has limited success despite them being really hungry by tea time. The ONLY thing that seems to have any effect is if I actually separate them and one eats their dinner at a toddler table in the hall whilst the other has to stay put.
Obviously this latter option isn't really a solution because it is hard to keep an eye on them both at the same time, it is also (IMO) not a good way to try and instill the ethic of sociable meal times.
I'm tearing my hair out and dread the daily trauma that tea time has become.
Well done if you're still with me. Can anyone give me some tips on how to avoid this or how to manage it better?