I ate at the table with my daughter but it was a social occasion like mine should have been. After she was grown my husband and I started eating in our quiet spots on trays. My grandparents did that and I liked meal times at their house. My grandparents and I ate on trays in the livingroom while my grandpa watched the news. We were still together and it wasn’t stressful. He was pretty good at filtering out my grandma’s and my chatter. 😁 Dad was too uptight and didn’t have enough filters for four kids and a wife.
Just like Ronald and Nancy Reagan! It works.