This is something that's been bugging me since it happened over a week ago. I'm sharing it to hear if others also find themselves in similar situations ... or not.
The day started out like any other weekend. I woke up early with the kiddos, made breakfast and hit the coffee -- hard. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I've noticed that my Saturdays lately have had me a little more on edge than those in the past. I don't know if it's just the end of a long week playing kid relay with Jeff, never having a moment to connect with my husband, or perhaps control issues within me... or maybe it's just my love affair with apple sauce.
Apple sauce is the fruit of choice around here. Where getting two-out-of-three of my kids to eat fruits and veggies can be quite the challenge -- thanks Jeff -- apple sauce and bananas are usually consumed with a minimal amount of encouragement. But this particular morning, Brady was having none of it.
No big deal, right?
In a flash, I went from instructing him to eat it... to bribing him... to demanding he take a bite... to sending him to his room.
Hey, I know I'm tired and worn out and the rat race has been getting to me a bit more than usual lately. But sending a kid to his room for not wanting to eat something he usually happily ingests... that's questionable parenting.
What do YOU do you're not proud of?