Every evening around 5:30 pm, I get ready to enter into battle. I arm myself with a smorgasbord of food: Main meal…..check. Back-up meal….check. Last-resort-meal…..check. My kitchen resembles a cross between a buffet restaurant and a war zone and I look like a frazzled waitress trying to unsuccessfully please her VERY demanding customer. I am stressed. I am desperate. I feel defeated.