True Life: My Kid Won’t Eat (and it’s driving me crazy)

Okay, so this title may be a bit misleading. And to be completely fair, there are plenty of perfectly healthy foods that my daughter willingly ingests on a regular basis. She is a happy, healthy, active child. We are not by any means, in a situation which there are any actual causes for concern. Unless you’d like to hear more about my post-dinner wine intake.

Delia has been a valiant (and I hate the term) “picky eater” for the last 5 years, people. I’m all too familiar with the art of modifying to appease the supper time struggle. But, the truth is, my wounds are still fresh from last night’s defeat and I wanna talk about it.

I  N E E D  T O  V E N T.

Story Time:

Picture it*~

It’s Monday afternoon and I just finished a long day at the office. (We all know that Monday’s are the worst, but THIS Monday was especially brutal because I was out-of-town the previous Thursday & Friday and had a ton of catching up to do.) After picking Delia up from dance and doing a light errand, we made our way home for our usual weekday song and dance.

As dinner time was quickly approaching, I opted for the easy way out. Burgers. Safe, simple, crowd-pleasing burgers. We always keep such conveniences in the freezer for nights such as these. However, to my dismay, upon reaching for the frozen miracle patties, I discovered that we were completely out of the beef variety. AKA the only burger option that (up until this point) I’d ever been brave enough to introduce to Delia.

Now, what I did have, were veggie burgers. I personally love veggie burgers, and maybe it was mom brain, or maybe it was my own selfish desire to just hurry up so I could sit down to eat, but this little voice in the back of my head was telling me                                              just go with it

Side Note: In my defense, this little stunt to try to play off the veggie burger as a typical greasy meat burger was totally backed by supporting evidence and knowledge of foods that Delia doesn’t have any qualms with. Please see listed below.

Delia Approved Vegetables:

  • Carrots (raw)
  • Broccoli (cooked)
  • Peas
  • Corn
  • Brussels Sprouts
  • Spinach (raw)
  • Green Beans

So, you see? I mean really, what even is a veggie burger if not just half of those ingredients all mushed up together?

 I digress. Delia is served a plain burger with cheese on a sesame bun. Just the way she likes it. I will admit, that out of fear, I did not cut this in half, as I normally would. She looks. She smells. She pokes and prods, just as she would to even the most familiar of foods. She must examine every last millimeter of what she is about to consume. This trait of hers makes me proud of how observant and cautious she is, but, in this particular situation, IRRITATED AF.

eat the food(me during literally every meal, every day)

Anyways, she obviously noticed.

She noticed right away. She noticed right away and looked up at me with these eyes. These eyes that were filled with this little tiny-girl version of betrayal. These eyes that burned right through my tired, hungry, soul.

My last option (and lets be real this is the only option because at this point I’m just so over it) was to coax her into trying a bite with the hopes she might just actually like it. I tried to remind her of the love she has for all of the vegetables that were inside the patty. I told her it was delicious. I took a huge bite out of my own burger (because I was friggin starving && *OVER IT*) to show her that it was safe and enjoyable. She then choked up nerve to taste the burger on the promise that she would in fact like it. And also because at this point we are all hangry and just want to finish this charade so we can watch JeopARDY LIKE THE NORMAL FUN LOVING FAMILY THAT WE ARE.

 

And you guys. This. This is what I get.

squidward

 

At this point, I’m out of patience, out of memes, out of time before jeopardy starts.

She spat, griped, moaned, whined, and carried on. And it was done. Stalemate.

I sent her to bed without dinner. Okay, I let her eat the other stuff on her plate but I mean how much sustenance does a small portion of plain (because picky) romaine & corn actually provide?

I felt horrible. She felt horrible. We all felt horrible.

In the end, after I finished my nightly routine, I woke her up at 11pm with regret filled hugs and kisses. I let her eat a bowl of Lucky Charms. I let her spend the remainder of the night in my bed. We curled up together and read a few chapters of her current fave -Nancy Drew, and all was right with the world.

  • Sometimes dinners suck.
  • Sometimes I make poor  parenting decisions.
  • Sometimes we eat sugar filled cereal at midnight.

Such is #momlife.

 

End Rant*~

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w/ Blue Satin Sashes – a favorites post –

It’s done, guys.

This summer came, saw, and conquered. It carped it’s diem. It’s so friggin’ over it. It literally just can’t even anymore.

Samesies though.

I’m equal parts an emotional wreck that D will be a 1st Grader / ecstatic that I’m done shoveling out heaps of money for camp. (if we’re being real about it)

What Else? Here’s a few other things I’m in like with right now….

Listening: Spotify Current Must Hears – Deep Focus, Productive Morning, Flash Back Friday.. These (3) playlists are my go to for the time being. Give me all the zen & good memories, please. #haloonrepeat

Watching: Nobody Speak: Trials of the Free Press – it started as kind of a joke between John & I because he, as a kid, was obsessed w/ WWE and I thought (incessently joked and persisted) that he would LOVE it because, I mean, Hulk Hogan & his infamous sex scandal. But – to both of our surprise – it was really good. I love documentaries, and this one was definitely eyeopening, to say the least. Highly recommend.

Reading: So I recently began reading The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. I first saw previews for the series advertised by Hulu, but as a mom on a budget – Netflix is enough for me. I decided to read the novel instead. Atwood has so far presented a grim reality for our protagonist, Offred, who frequently has flashbacks of better days. I haven’t made it very far, but I can’t wait to see what unfolds next.

Drinking: On a recent trip to Costco, John and I decided to pop into the Liquor Store and we were N O T disappointed. $28.99 for a handle of Tito’s!? Yes, please. This means that for the past (3) weekends we’ve been getting ourselves toasty for $10 eaches! Vodka Soda on the Rocks with a Splash of Cran, anyone?

Pampering: I think we’re all kind of reaching our boiling point (literally) here. It always get worse before it gets better, guys.  August in South Florida is just a sneak preview into what I can only imagine as an accurate depiction of the deepest depths of hell. I leave my house @ 7:30am and basically melt instantly upon outdoor exposure. Luckily, my bestie for the restie, Lauren, is a Posh representative and hooks me up with all my summertime essentials. Current must have:


This is my go-to soap rn. Cooling/ and slightly exfoliating – it’s the perfect way to treat yoself after a long hot day. & Heads up plant based friends  – it’s vegan! Besides this summertime miracle soap, Posh offers a wide range of pampering products with adorable packaging – cutesie names – and delicious scents! Also obsessed with their Snarky Bar & Big Fat Yummy Hand Cremes.

Loving: These two. Always.


What’re some things you’re in like with right now? Whether it’s food, a comfy pair of pj’s or a song that’s just hittingggg the spot, I’d love to hear about it 🙂

Thanks for reading!

Brittany