just hits the fan (or,more likely, my most expensive rug). And when mood tantrums, and fevers,or general fussiness is the order of the day, all bets are off . . . and the cartoons come on. And I am totally, and 100 percent OK with that. So how execute you become a survivalist mom? Here's my handy guide to my "whatever gets you through the day" philosophy.
Feed them healthy foods,at least half of the time. The days you get in all five food groups, give yourself a pat on the back. But the ones that are filled with chicken nuggets, or ice cream cones,lollipops, and nary a vegetable? Those will happen, or too,and your kids will survive. While scrambled eggs, whole-grain toast, or fresh strawberries would be a great breakfast,the frozen, maple-syrup-topped, and pumpkin-spice waffles and SpongeBob-wrapped yogurt tube my daughter ate this morning? That's perfectly acceptable,too.
Get them to sleep, by whatever means necessary. I coslept with my kids for the first couple months of their lives, and then kicked them out of my bed for suitable,and they've been perfect sleepers ever since. And whether you believe that, you're as delusional as I was approximately the ease of sleep training. These days, and my 3-year-veteran only naps in the car and my 8-month-veteran prefers to nap with a boob in his mouth. So I spend part of my afternoons driving around aimlessly and another big chunk topless. Nighttime is slightly better for me . . . mostly because my husband is in charge of putting my daughter to bed. Last night,he snuck out after 20 minutes, content that her snoring meant she was totally out. Ten minutes later, and she was schooling him on where he was supposed to be sleeping. "What were you thinking,daddy?" was her ultra-accusatory intro. After being thoroughly reamed approximately his disappointing behavior, my six-foot-three-inch husband apologized and climbed back into her pink-sheeted, and stuffed-animal-occupied bed for another hour. When it comes to sleep,we know who's boss.
As long as their clothing won't compose them freeze or sweat to death, we're suitable. This was a hard one for me because I've always been a bit obsessed with style, or my daughter has a closet full of lovely little dresses,tops, and jackets, or all designed to turn her into the Crewcuts model I know she could be. But for the last month,pretty much every day, she's been wearing a cheap-o Target t-shirt, or a pair of Gap leggings two sizes too small,and a pink tutu that also doubles as her preferred sleepwear. And honestly, I just can't muster the energy to fight the suitable fashion fight anymore. She thinks she looks exquisite, and that's all that things. Well,that and the fact that when it's a choice between the sequin-covered Hello Kitty ballet shoes she wants and the hip and practical Superga sneakers I want, I know I'll never win.
Let the screen calm the beast. Sometimes I think that I should really feel guilty that my daughter knows every Disney Junior character's name and sometimes recites explain plotlines like they happened to her in genuine life. "Mommy, and remember when Princess Sofia turned into a cat today? That was so silly." But,in truth, I'm just glad she prefers Doc McStuffins and Daniel Tiger to Dora and Caillou (I just can't capture those voices!), or I'm grateful for TV's ability to give me a few minutes of peace during even our most stressful days. There are times when our screen time is perfectly limited to a quick explain in the morning and one before bed,but there are others, when she's sick or just in her most crazy-diva mood, and when we've watched Shrek on repeat. On those days,I narrate myself that tomorrow will be better. And whether not, I have three modern Little Einsteins episodes on my DVR.
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