Super

Ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right? You feel like no matter your intentions, something is out to humble you. Make you realize that, just when you think you've got things down, you don't. Life is unpredictable that way.

Until about 6:30 tonight, today was not one of those days. Very routine actually. Got ready, got PB to school and myself to work...on time. (yay!) Worked a regular day, made my way back to PB's school and made our way home. Once we got here though, that humbling something was out to get me.

I have been making an effort to be more...super. Super wife. Super mom. You know those women. The women who keep a perfectly clean home. Cook delicious and healthy meals for their families. Find some time to work out or color their hair or revamp their wardrobes. These women also find some way to receive accolades at work and are revered for the baked goods they deliver to the sick or grieving.

See what I mean? Super.

I thought I would start by making healthy and tasty home-cooked meals (read: nothing from a package). So this past weekend, I planned some new menus (for the nights the Hub is not in school or working late) and tonight was take 1.

Dinner didn't go so well. Not only was my frittata a total disaster (lovely Hub still ate it) but it took about 30 minutes longer than I planned, leaving a VERY hungry toddler waiting for his dinner. The Hub did great distracting him with a snack and playing on the floor. But just moments before this culinary disaster hit the table, PB had reached his limit. And that limit usually results in a Category 5 meltdown. He didn't disappoint tonight.

He would have nothing of the mess I called a frittata and screamed in his high chair. Red faced. Snot flowing. Max volume. We resorted to a banana (his all time fav) which was quickly consumed. We tried cheese cubes. Nope. A Jammy Sammy. Nope. Not even his beloved milk.

This baby was in full tantrum mode and would be going to bed with only a banana in his belly.

Bedtime routine commenced and initially went as usual. But then, just a few minutes after I did my cat-like silent creep out of his room....more screaming!! I set my mental timer for 10 minutes and, praise God, the hungry kid just pooped out. Probably didn't have the nutrition in him to fuel any further screaming.

Yep. Tonight has been...super.

The good thing about this not-so-super night, is that lately, I have learned not to beat myself up about it too much. I do my best and sometimes my best just doesn't work out the way I want it to.

And I think that's ok. In all honesty, I hope I can impart that lesson to PB someday. Because there will be days when his best intentions and best efforts are met with adversity. There will be days when, no matter how hard he tries, he might not win. That doesn't make him any less of a person.

And you know what? Maybe teaching PB lessons like that...makes me super enough.