Sometimes, our house is an organic bounty of local goodies from the co-op.
Sometimes it’s fueled by $1.50 hotdogs from Costco.
Sometimes our house is filled with the beautiful sounds of classical music.
Sometimes the house is silent because a child is engrossed in the glowing screen of an iPad.
Sometimes 6 whole servings of fruits and vegetables are consumed in a day (this is a rarity…but it does happen).
Some days it seem like her diet consists of bunny crackers and string cheese.
Some days sharing and compromises make my heart sing.
Some days are perpetual meltdowns.
Some days we go outside.
Some days we don’t.
Some days I have the patience of a saint.
Some days I really really want to yell and scream and flail about.
Some days we go at a slower toddler pace; letting her lead the way.
Some days tiny bodies are hurriedly put into car seats.
Some days I encourage and embrace the messes.
Some days I get frustrated with the messy chaos.
Some days I come up with endless games and activities.
Some days I just want to lock myself in my room because my brain has shut down for the day…at 10am.
Some days I work out during nap.
Some days I eat a dozen cookies during nap.
Some days naps don’t exist and I eat 2 dozen cookies.
Some days we win.
Some days we keep winning.
I don’t let the burden of parental perfection weigh me down anymore.
I’m over the guilt.
We do the best we can each day.