Did you ever feel like a failure as a mother? Or, how about that your constantly a disappointment to your children? This is exactly how I was feeling while driving the kids home from daycare last night.
My husband was working late, it was a planned late night, so I should have been prepared. But I wasn't. Walking out the door to pick up the kids, I was frantically trying to figure out what I could make for dinner using only one arm (the other would be inevitably holding a baby) that would only take five minutes to cook, because that's about the amount of time I have before someone starts screaming to eat after we get home.
Still preoccupied with dinner, I strap the kids in their car seats and as soon as the last buckle snaps, Sophia starts asking for a cookie. I'm out of cookies. Sophia ate the last one two days ago. I got a substitute snack for Tuesday, but I forgot to pick something up for Wednesday. (As of 10 a.m. Thursday I still have no car snacks.) That's when the whining started and quickly turned into a plead for juice and cookies. Juice I could do and I reached back with her sippy cup and handed it to her. She took a sip and she drops it on the floor. It lands in between her car seat and the door and there is no hope of me reaching it.
This creates a crying fit. "Cookie. Pleeeese! Juice. Juice. Apple juice. Pleeeeeeeese! Cookie. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!"
The screaming and crying lasted the entire drive home. For 20 minutes I listened to my daughter beg and plead for me to give her a cookie and some juice. Neither I could provide for her. I guess I could have stopped the car, gotten out and picked up the juice, but I thought that was excessive. Besides, I wanted to get home and she can't get everything she wants all the time, right? And, honestly, at that point if I stopped the car and got out, I would have seriously considered walking away so I couldn't hear the screaming anymore. So it was best for everyone that I stayed the course and kept driving.
The car ride left me drained and feeling like a major disappointment to my daughter. When we got home, she stopped crying and I gave her a cookie and fresh juice. I got Ryan's food ready and admitted defeat. I thought for sure it would be cookies and juice for dinner and at that point it was fine by me.
I am starving, but making dinner for one just wasn't going to happen. In the refrigerator there was half of a chicken parmesan sandwich leftover from the night before, so I grabbed it and sat with Ryan to feed him. When Sophia saw the sandwich, she decided that's what she wanted for dinner.
I gave her the sandwich knowing full well she's not going to eat it. I thought she would just pick it apart and throw it on the floor where the dog would be waiting for her dinner.
This is where I was wrong. Sophia ate the entire sandwich. Bread, chicken, cheese, everything. Then she had a half of a bologna and cheese sandwich. Of course, I didn't get to eat, but she ate and that was a miracle.
No, it wasn't a very nutritious dinner, but it was better than cookies and juice, which is what I thought she was going to eat, so I considered it a successful dinner. And, to make things even better, the rest of the night went by with great ease and everyone was smiles and giggles.
Yes, Ryan is wearing a pink bib, but ignore that and look how happy he is!
Not only were they happy, but they were so helpful as well. This picture just cracks me up!