Sometimes I am quite sure that I am not mature enough to be a mother.
Today’s reason goes a little something like this: I spend most days preaching about eating a good breakfast. We reserve sugary cereals for our beach vacation. (The kids talk all year about how Ocean City is some magic Land of Lucky Charms.) I only serve whole grain bread and muffins. (Don’t stand near the white dinner rolls at Thanksgiving or Faith could take off your hand.)
So, at Whole Foods they have these new Three Sister cereals that are cheap so we buy them. There is one that is really just Lucky Charms, but it has a WholeFoody name like Oatey Marshmallows and is sits rigth next to the Muesli, so you can be duped into thinking they are healthier then their General Mills counterparts.
I bought them out of residual mommy guilt about moving away from all our favorite Trader Joe’s Snacks. So, we have them but they are on reserve for snack time only.
Except of course today, when I ushered the boys down into the basement (after their healthy bowls of cereal) for play time while I, “did the dishes”. By doing the dishes what I mean is I scarfed down a bowl (or two) of the Lucky Charms (I mean let’s call them what they are for crying out loud) full on last-meal-on-Earth style (you know standing in the kitchen, with the bowl inches from your mouth). When I heard the pitter patter of the kids’ feet on the stairs, I leaned on the door just slightly to delay their entry into the kitchen so I could shovel in the last (giant)bite without them catching me.
Totally worth it.
Man I can’t wait for that beach vacation.
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