Wednesdays have been a mess this month. When we decided to purchase a house, we started looking at strategies/resources/etc on how best to go about finding the right place for us that was in a great place and that was affordable. One of the strategies was to take a class for first-time homebuyers–there are financial incentives for doing this (eligibility for lower rates?) but we don’t think that we are eligible because of our income. We wanted to do it because we’re life-long learners: Nothing is more comfortable for us than a class.
Well, the classes are Wednesdays from 6 to 8pm. What does that mean? Daddy goes to work and then goes to class, leaving at 8, getting home at 9. What time is bedtime, you are wondering? Oh, the baths usually start at 7:30 and Daddy usually does them.
So on top of Wednesday being drop-off playgroup day, and generally appointments day, it has now turned into late day…and juggling 2 babies for the entirety of the bedtime routine day.
So I was up at 7, dressing and feeding children, getting the boys in the car for playgroup, getting lost trying to avoid traffic, dropping off Ursa Major on time. Right? That was 9:15. Then The Husband was so kind as to leave me a car with only 30 miles worth of gas in it. So off I went to the grocery store with Ursa Minor in tow for gas (thank God for the gas points program! 40 cents off each gallon!) and a few items for dinner (Husband is gonna kill me when we review the budget at the end of the month). Home by 10:25. Just long enough to nurse Ursa Minor and do a few cosmetic things, giggle and play with him, and then get back out the door.
And so by the time I got back out to drop-off playgroup to pick up Ursa Major, I was starving. And under the realization that I have a doctor’s appointment at 2pm. By the time I get these boys home and fed, it will be time to go back out again.
So I had a choice. Go home and bumble around to get food going, or pop into the McDonald’s at the corner to get the kid a Happy Meal and me a Filet -o- Fish. You can tell what I did.
This is Ursa Major’s second Happy Meal ever (Ursa Minor had some cheese and cheerios and bananas). He was, of course, delighted to get it. I got him the cheeseburger with an apple juice (his usual lunch drink) and apple slices and the teeniest, tiniest. You’d think it was Christmas in this house. He savored every bite. I watched him do it, feeling less and less good about my decision. Yes, the kid is skinny as a rail, yes, this is a rarity. No, I’m not really beating myself up about it, but I really need to check myself and make sure I don’t do this anymore. 2 is too young for McDonalds. His body needs more than what I gave him today. I have a wholesome dinner planned.
I’m not one of those moms that is the super food police. I recognize that my kids will consume sugar, that they will consume junk food. I am really worried about moderation and making healthy choices more often than not. This was one of those glaringly not choices, and I’m feeling it on my shoulders. I feel like I did this just a little too quickly–it was too easy to roll into that drive-thru and make that order. Part of the reason why I stay home is that I can ensure that these kind of poor food choices don’t happen.
and there are still so many things that I want and need to do between now and before I go to bed tonight. Including, but not limited to, getting with the newest lectures for the two courses that I’m taking on Edx. I’m also gearing up for next month’s Camp Nanowrimo, though I won’t be writing, I’ll be world building alongside my phenomenal sister. I’m so excited! It is good to stretch the brain muscle, even when the world is so damned chaotic.
It is also keeping my mind off the fact that Spring is not here. It snowed 6 inches in my part of Massachusetts yesterday. What. The. Hell.