Intestinal Fortitude

There's that saying, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going." I'm sure that is meant to inspire you to be tough, to work though it, to persevere despite the odds. It just makes me tired; maybe when the going gets tough, its because you are going the wrong way.

I resolved last week would be a better week, we would cook at home more and we would all get back on track. I even went grocery shopping with a list and a plan on Sunday. Based on last Sunday's post, that dinner did not go well, but we are tough, we will keep going! Monday night's dinner involved less brussel sprouts and more chicken and carrots. Chicken and carrots are benign enough, right? Nope.

Toddlers can be cruel little people, they have all the same insults and impulses as adults with none of the filters. M sat on the kitchen floor Monday night telling me that the dinner I was in the process of cooking was "yucky," "gross," and "I no eat it," for about 45 minutes. I'm not super sensitive when it comes to my cooking, some recipes work, some don't. There have been several times that I've made something and only received compliments on the lone store bought item on the table. It happens, its fine, its why I have a "Never Make This Again" board on Pinterest and in my cabinet. I have no idea how people on shows like Bar Rescue keep going to work day after day, only to have what they do insulted by just about everyone. They apparently have the intestinal fortitude I lack.

If I had Photoshop she would have an adorable crown and tiny scepter in her had so she could dress her part of Tiny Tyrant.

Defeated, but full because dinner was actually quite good, I text a good friend to say I was throwing in the towel; no more Eat or Starve. If my kids wanted to eat peanut butter sandwiches (smooth not crunchy on Hawaiian bread) and pizza for the rest of their lives then so be it. She kindly pointed out, as good friends do, that listening to and acquiescing to the demands of a toddler is a poor choice.  Those tiny tyrants are given parents for a reason. She also reminded me that L is doing really well, she's trying new foods and, on the rarest of occasions, she's even admitting to enjoying them.

She's right; she almost always is. We will keep going, we will also be eating pizza tonight, but we are making the pizza at home, baby steps.