The last few days I have had a sick baby boy. Today he had 104.7 fever and was rushed to the doctor. He has had a hard few days. And when one of the kids has a hard day, do you know who else has a hard day? Yep, that would be me. Yesterday I found a way to work a salad into my day. Today, not so much. In fact, besides the green smoothie for breakfast, it's been DOWNHILL!!!
After rushing a 16 month old, burning hot, struggling to breathe (due to a stuffy nose from a cold) really sick baby to the doctor at lunch time, I went to P. Terry's drive through and got chicken burgers for my patient girls and me. Don't worry, I didn't have time to eat much. I had a baby in need. My nerves were shot today. In fact, I still feel a bit shaky and stressed about it and it's 9:30.
As I sat on the couch a 9 p.m. to finally eat my dinner, my husband asked what I was eating. I laughed as I held the bowl close to my mouth so he couldn't see. Then I said, "I'm such a fraud. I'm eating granola with dark chocolate chips." We had a good laugh and I thought it was worth a post.
Perfection isn't expected nor is it needed. I will do better tomorrow or maybe when my baby boy starts to feel better and sleep through the night. I give myself grace. My goal is better nutrition and it drives me...when I have energy and emotional strength.
The goal is better, not perfect.