Sometimes I have a “Fend for Yourself” night for dinner. You know, leftovers, sandwiches, cereal or a whatever-you-can-find kind of night. When I’ve worked all day, the kids are crying, and my husband just wants to watch TV, I just don’t feel like cooking. That was me last week. I got home, and I just wanted to lie down. I got one of the girls a sandwich, and made the other one a bowl of cereal. My husband said he would “find something.” And, honestly, I wasn’t hungry. We didn’t even sit at the table together that night, which is fine. We all have those kind of nights, right? But after they ate, and I tucked them into bed, my eight-year-old daughter looked at me and said, “Mama, how come we didn’t sit together tonight? I didn’t get to tell you about my field trip.” Confused, I asked her why she didn’t tell me about it anyway. She said “Oh, I saved it for dinner talk.” After I got past the fact that she saves conversations, because she is a TALKER, it warmed my heart to know that she didn’t question why she had cereal for dinner, but why we didn’t sit together. I apologized and agreed to have “Fend for Yourself” night at the table like any other dinner. Just because our meals are different doesn’t mean the seating has to be different.