I had to take all three girls to a nurse check-up, weight check type appointment this morning where their computers moved juuuuust about as slowly as our very first family computer back in 1990. They made sure to make me feel as guilty as they could for everything from not steaming my girls' lunch meat to the fact that Lucy hasn't really had much, barely any, solid food, and to really caution me that Naomi is AT RISK for being overweight because she falls in the 97th percentile for weight, even though she is growing perfectly proportionally with her height. I made sure to let them know that they are NOT doctors and that she is fine.
In addition, while we were there we discovered that Naomi's iron count is a little low, so I did what any mother guilt ridden over her child's apparently iron deficient diet does and freaked out. I went to the store during nap time and stared down nutrition content like a mad woman and even bought... wait for it... kale!!! EW, just the sound of it makes me quiver.
So upon arriving home from the store I realized that I had very little, to no time to actually get an iron-rich dinner ready for our family and that if I had just gotten my shiznit together this morning instead of clicking through every Astronomy Pic of the Day for hours I might have gotten the iron-packed roast into the crock pot and saved my child from her impending death due to not enough iron. But I didn't, and there was no red meat to cook quickly for dinner, so the guilt compounded.
I figured then that if I just steamed bunch of broccoli with the meal I could alleviate some of the guilt and not feel like such a failure.
So with Lucy in my arms I set out to make a dinner that a mother who is NOT a failure would make. Am I being too dramatic? Too self deprecating? Good, that's what I'm going for. Please leave lots of comments about how great of a mother I am and the awesome job I am doing. *
The real wrench in this plan is that Lucy, on par with the way she usually does things, was a real champ at NOT SLEEPING AT ALL today. Or at least the baaaaaare minimum. So she was basically angry and crying the entire time I was trying to make this nice, healthy dinner with a iron rich side of vegis.
And even though Mike came up to help me at the 6 o'clock hour, we both caught a serious whiff of something not just burning but burning and about to catch on fire and I turned to see that it is my lone dish with any substantial amount of iron in it. I looked and the water that the broccoli was steaming with had totally evaporated, the pot was totally ruined, the entire house smelled like a batch of really bad weed and the broccoli tasted like it too. I won't tell you how I know that.
So I cried.
Then we tried like hell to get Lucy the non-sleeper down to bed and since she is what I like to call "a committed crier" it took soooooooooooo freakin long for her to fall asleep that I thought my heart might explode out of my throat (your welcome for the word picture) and now we are on at least our 15th time putting the girls back into their beds even though it's past 9 and we put them in there a good hour ago.
Sometimes you win, sometimes you fail at everything.
* please don't