Family dinners aren't really happening

I think the biggest regret I have about this fall has been our lack of family dinners.  They just pretty much aren't happening.  Mondays and Thursdays I have to leave at 5:30 to get Catherine to band practice (and she is there until 8:30) and Andrew isn't home until 6ish.  The four of us can do dinner on those evenings and we have (if Robert isn't working), but I miss my girl.  On Wednesdays, Andrew's games have been lasting until past 8PM.  I can do dinner with the kiddos, but I miss my hubby.  On Friday, Robert usually works, and most weeks Catherine, Andrew, and I have responsibilities at the football games.  Even this past Friday, Catherine and Andrew still had to go even though it was two hours away (and Robert was working).  Saturdays depend on the week, but last evening Robert worked and Catherine had a band competition.  Some weeks we can make it happen though.  Tuesdays used to be pretty good, but we've had some weeks where there have been some cross country meets (like this coming week), some where Robert has worked (like last week) and starting in two weeks Catherine will have mock trial practice every week.  We can probably still squeeze in dinner though, at least sometimes.  That leaves us with Sundays.  I have always, always held Sundays pretty sacred during the school year.  They are even more important to me now with not having much to go on the other six nights of the week.  Today though, Andrew had a meeting to attend, and next week Robert will be working.  I know this is reality, and I know that we are no different than any other family with children, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.  It does mean though, that I better accept it, and treasure whatever moments we can all squeeze in together.  This morning was an example of that.  Instead of church, we stayed home and Andrew made us all bacon and eggs for breakfast.  I'm so grateful for this morning...so very grateful.