My toddler is transitioning from crib to bed. Every time he wakes up, he realizes that he’s no longer confined. What does he do? He JUMPS! An excited thunder from bed to floor, from floor to bed and then back again.
His floor also happens to be our bedroom ceiling.
I am so tired.
It’s a miracle I’ve managed to spend his afternoon naps (short naps due to the excitement of thunder-jumping) getting stuff done rather than dozing myself.
My tiredness has a solution: I’m going to take the easy way out for dinner tonight.
It’s o.k., I have permission.
My mom gave me a gift after my son was born. A really special gift. The gift was this simple note enclosed around a twenty dollar bill:
It was the gift of permission. Permission to admit that this week was not perfect. Permission to admit that I am not perfect. (Even permission to admit that my toddler is sometimes a perfect pain.)
I have also taken the note as permission to slack on a blog post. No recipes today. Just pictures of pizza and the imperfect assumption that my mom won’t mind that I’ve posted her note.
Thank the universe it’s Friday! Pizza and no recipe is perfectly alright with me (especially if you throw in a glass of Merlot (or two!)).
Check out the other posts from my Scary Mommy couple of weeks:
- Make Dinner Wait for You: Simple Salt and Pepper Salmon with Lemon Thyme Rice and Roasted Green Beans
- An Unscary Supper: Cumin Scented Chickpeas with Organic Chicken Sausage Alongside Garlic Couscous Peppered with Golden Raisins