Good Mom, Horrible Mom?

I read on another blog about how this mother spent her entire meal time getting up to get things for her children. I decided right then and there that either I am a HORRIBLE mother or I am a SMART mother.

Part of the difference between she and I is my oldest is big enough to get her own things, although she will occasionally try to get me to do everything for her.

I noticed about a year ago (when all 4 kiddos were with me full time, I was doing the married single parent thing), that these kids were determined that my food had to be cold. I would make 3 children's plates (the toddler was a baby) and set them at the table with drinks and utensils. By the time I started making my plate, the first kiddo was asking for seconds. I would stop making my plate in order to feed that kiddo. Go back to making my plate and here comes kiddo #2. Okay, you see this pattern, correct?

I then decided I would make their plates, set them at the table, make my plate and then call the kiddos for dinner. Of course, about halfway through my meal someone was ready for seconds. At least I got to eat half of my food while it was warm. At some point, I decided that eating cold food was absurd. The kids now wait until I am done with my plate before they get seconds. Sometimes DQ will ask for more, I am getting better about allowing her to get her own, but I have serious issues and am afraid she is going to burn herself on a hot pan. After all, she is the kid that managed to slam her arm in the van door.

The point? I do not interrupt my meal a million times a night. I definitely do not interrupt my meal to give the children seconds. There is absolutely no way I would interrupt my meal to give them dessert. In fact with DQ's age, she has been told if she does not have all she needs prior to my butt hitting the chair, she is outta luck.

Surely I am not the only mother that does this...right? Am I a horribly mean fatty mom that loves her food too much? Or am I smart enough to realize that patience is a virtue? Their patience, not mine.