I’m having dinner coordination problems. I’m in class four days a week, from 5 to 7 p.m. I don’t want to eat at 4, but 7:30 is too late — as the husband has made unmistakably clear.
Tonight, he ate a grilled cheese sandwich at around 5:30, and I ate a bowl of Rice Krispies at 7:45.
The semester’s not off to a good start, obviously. At least it’s a short one.
Entirely Adequate 
My moms friend gave me a lovely wall hanging years ago, I misplaced it during a move so I can’t remember the exact words, but it was similar to this:
Bless this busy family
We are thankful for our gifts
When we eat together
Or when we eat in shifts
Anyway, the point is that you will get through this awkward time and it will go by faster than you know. It doesn’t matter what time or what you eat, what matters is that you wish you could eat together and you only aren’t because your working for a future when you can 🙂