Today I dusted my dining room table. Now, mind you, we only have one table and yes, there was an actual layer of dust on it. Not proud of it, but there it is. Proof we haven't used it in at least a week. I remember when I had to wipe it down every night to clear away crumbs, drops, and spills. Now? Just dust, thank you very much.
Between after school activities, games, practices, and homework, we eat on the go a lot these days. Even when I do cook, half the time we end up eating at different times and scarf it down at the kitchen island over the Journal Gazette. Thank God for the crock pot.
I don't want you to think we never eat together. It just seems that when we do, it's over a stuffed crust pizza, surrounded by all the other busy families, between Chad's practice and Trevor's game. I remember several years ago reading that families should aim for dinner together at least once or twice a week. At the time I thought that was crazy. Now I realize we just hadn't hit the busy middle years.
Not to worry about spending time with the kids, though. They're trapped in the car with me half the day. Of course, they only see the back of my head, but still. I have a captive audience. What more can I ask for?