We try

So this is how our Thursday evening began.  A seemingly perfect evening, ie. I was cooking, dad was grilling and beau was playing golf in the backyard while dad grilled.  Then I plated the meal below, and we sat down to enjoy.  Of course, beau's meal was different, he had some form of protein & veggie that he found acceptable, as the list of tolerated foods by beau is very, very short.  More on that another time. 

Then it started.  I'm tired.  (this is beau's new euphemism for "I don't want to").  Which means, he didn't want to make the effort to eat.  This has been going on for some time now, maybe a few months.  He just decides he can't be bothered.  It's driving us nuts.  So then I either try to feed him, or coax him into eating on his own.  In this case, neither tactic worked and we went from a pleasant dinner and happy people, to a full blown argument, time out for beau and mom and dad eating dinner separately.  I get dinner on the table almost every night, and usually it looks like what you see here, sometimes it's pizza, and sometimes it's take out, but it is so important to me that we sit down to a nice meal together.  Yet, my child has derailed this experience about 60% of the time with his antics.  I'm told these are 3 year old standard operating procedures, but I can't be sure.  I do know that once it's over, I forget about it pretty quickly, because I'm just glad it's over.  I get discouraged.  I wonder silently if this will ever end and if I'll still care about putting a nice meal on the table once it does. 

**fast forward to the next day.  I get a call from the school - beau has thrown up and I need to come get him.  SO.....apparently he felt like crap the night before.  Glad I picked up on that.  ugh.  Someone please tell me I'll get better at this.

One Mother's Day

I've been sitting here for about 20 minutes.  Feels like 2 hours.  When my repeated attempts at writing the first sentence were hampered by little hands trying to block my computer view and a little bottom trying to sit on the computer, I realized that getting back to my blog after two years was going to be slow process.  I feel guilty doing anything that isn't directly related to running my career, my house and my family.  And that kinda pisses me off.  I acknowledge that those feelings are well withing my control, as is my schedule.  So....  I now re-dedicate this blog to me.  And my family.  And to anyone out there who feels like the juggling is really, really hard, but we wouldn't have it any other way.  Happy Mothers' Day to me.  And to you.

So, I accept that after one hour, I haven't really accomplished what I consider to be good blog entry, but I also spent a wonderful couple of hours on the porch with one little fella who is the very reason I am even celebrating Mother's Day.  We drew on the driveway, found worms, met a new neighbor, and a gentleman walking the very dog breed we've been eyeing, (therefore confirming the breed is a serious contender in the Boggs dog search).  So all is not lost.  Rather, much has been gained.