Tuesday got away from me: both kids wanted different dinners, I ate a few bites standing at the counter, and by 9:10 I was in the snack drawer for pretzel sticks and a string cheese. New reflux hit me at 11:30 like a little furnace, so I slept weird and cranky.
The next night I did one thing differently — I put my own plate on the table at 6:15, even with the chaos, and taped a note on the drawer that says “close after kids are down.” Not fancy, but I woke up less sour. I still want to know if anyone else has a snack-drawer setup that doesn’t turn into late-night grazing.