Originally Posted by
OpheliaBlue
I hate family dinners. I work 9-10 hours, and I'm happy to come home and cook dinner because all day at work I fantasize about making something wonderful (today was chicken fajitas and queso flameado omg). Anyway, I'm cooking for 2 hours, trying to get it right: marinating the chicken, toasting the tortillas, shredding the Oaxaca cheese by hand. I even made my own chorizo sausage. Then as soon as everybody sits down to eat, they're all fighting and yelling and bickering, and forcing some to eat what they don't want, and fighting over the CHAIRS christ.
They need to fucking eat dinner on their own on the days I work until 6pm, because otherwise they wait too long to eat and get hungry and grouchy I guess. Fuck, I don't bitch that I'm hungry waiting for the food myself. Hell, I even had to do the dishes before I could even start!
I told them I hate family dinners and there's no need to eat together at the table. They can just eat in their rooms or in front of the TV, I don't care. As soon as I said that, they all sat at the table and ate without speaking unless it was polite conversation. They're all damn lucky I love them.