Writing, Wishing

My preschooler has eaten french fries and mini tubs of choco-berry yogurt for dinner two nights in a row. A repeat performance is very likely tonight. It’s far easier than cooking something that requires the hiding of vegetables, thinking of an alternate name for it that he’ll recognize so he’ll deign to try it, only for it to be rejected. Again.

I’ve also been taking him out to the nearby mall in the afternoons, when it’s just the two of us. Instead of staying home and doing crafts, or learning to read, or something remotely educational, we’ve been cruising the escalators, and riding shopping carts. It’s fun for him, and sets the tone for the rest of the day (happy versus bored).

The baby feeds himself lunch, standing up at the coffee table, while watching Blue’s Clues. It’s that, or having him sit in the high chair where he throws more food than he eats, which I have to clean up.

I don’t do craft with the baby either.

I’m okay with the kids not wearing pants at home. Less laundry.

I wanted to cloth diaper a long time ago, but the idea of constantly washing allthethings put me off. See above.

I encourage independent play for the kids because I get bored sitting on the floor for longer than 20 minutes. I do think it’s a good idea to get down and play with them frequently, but taking breaks in between is essential for (my) sanity.

I know they will likely love Lego, but the idea of cleaning up tiny pieces of foot-killing objects, is putting me off. I have no plans to buy any Lego anytime soon.

I am unsure about introducing 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzles to them when they’re older. See above.

So yes, sometimes, I take the easy way out because there are so many hard things already. Decisions on schools, extracurricular activities, their health, our health, worrying about my oldest’s speech, GMO-foods, food in general, allergies, the future.

So yes, some days, I do some escalator cruising and french fry eating with my children. Even if I’m the only one wearing pants.

Linking up with Shell’s Pour Your Heart Out.