It was one of those days. You know those days. A quick errand that turned into a scavenger hunt. Grocery shopping on your lunch hour. A full day at work where you had trouble breaking away even for a bathroom break, but at the end of the day you got in your car, looked back at the office building and thought “What did I even get done today?”
The kids won’t stop fighting except when they do only to team up against you. A mess cleaned up only to have another one appear as if by magic. It’s a circus and you’re juggling flaming batons while walking a tightrope and taming a tiger.
It was one of those days.
A leftover cheesecake and new boxes of cereal. It’s what’s for dinner. It was met with much more excitement (by all members of the household) than the leftover spaghetti I originally planned.
Truth be told, I left the cereal out on the counter when I was putting away groceries hoping the kids would spy it. Meals have been hard to manage this week between the picky eaters and dishes and timing. Trying to hit the moving target that is a kid-pleasing meal that is also healthy. Trying to time it out so we make it through my meticulously designed and detailed schedule – dinner, chores, cleanup, homework, play, baths, preparations for tomorrow. I want a night off. A night off from something.
And that’s perfectly ok.