Confession time. I hate cooking dinner. Pre-child Stefanie LOOOOOOOVED cooking dinner. I made one big dinner with maybe a meat, a veggie, and a carb. A well balanced meal and people actually ate it! I miss those days. Now, dinner is such a pain. I can rarely dump a lot of time and energy into what Mike and I are eating because I am too busy thinking of how many chicken nuggets, mac and cheese servings, tater tots, ranch on the side, ketchup on the side, sweet potato fries, and GOD FORBID the fruit! I seriously have to cut about three cups of fruit for these two monsters. All of these things have to be prepared before I even think about sitting down for dinner, or guess what? Mom eats cold food alone in between sweeping up the crumbs from my “eat like a wood chippers chip wood” children. So, on a regular weeknight it is two to three different meals. I know, I know, just feed them what you eat. Well, it is easier said than done. Between the hangry aftermath or the tantrums at the table, I would just rather them eat, period. Judge away. I am in …

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