Day 8: Yes It’s Monday
A little off beat from the normal posts but certainly fits the topic: OH I…
Every evening I pack up a nice cold lunch for my oldest and middle child, usually they get some form of deli meat & cheese sandwich, plus two sides and a capri sun for drink. Each day I pack their various sides, sometimes it’s raisins and crackers other times it’s applesauce and crackers. What I pack with my kids drink and sandwich really is a matter of what I have available in the house. That is when I find out just how little I know my kids, some days.
For instance, last I knew my daughter and my middle child both enjoyed eating raisins. It is news to me that my six year old son no longer likes raisins and he proceeds to tell me with frustration each time I happen to pack a couple mini boxes of raisins in his lunchbox. He forgives me for my absent mindedness. Thank Goodness.
Next, we move onto breakfast. I wake up and cook my kids breakfast 5 out of the 7 days of the week, usually. With that being said I know that my daughter and six year old son enjoy runny eggs; guess it’s called over easy. My youngest enjoys scrambled eggs only. That is what I thought, anyways. Come to find out my six year old son no longer likes runny eggs because he now likes for his breakfast of toast with fried egg and cheese on it to be cut in half; a mess so to speak with the runny fried egg. I get it. But wish he would let me know before I start cooking.
All of a sudden my daughter doesn’t like cheese on her egg and toast sandwich. Every single time I cook her a fried egg and place it ever so gently on a piece of toast with a piece of American cheese on top, thinking I am all “awesome Mama”, she gets upset with me citing that now I ruined her breakfast because 1) she does not like cheese on her breakfast sandwich and 2) the cheese has now melted all over her egg and toast which apparently ruins the meal?!
There are various moments where my mind plays tricks on me while raising my three kids, it’s as if one day I know them all too well and then before I even blink, they are changing their minds about preferences, clothing styles and even hair styles. It’s so hard to keep up and that is why I am thankful that I have humor. I firmly believe that if you can not laugh at yourself then you got an issue, the fact that I can enjoy a good laugh about my absent minded nature shows the kids that I am a real human being who messes up but moves on from it with a giggle.
Life is way too short but man I wish my memory wasn’t short.