This blog is Day 23 of my 30 days of motherhood blogging challenge. Every day, for 30 days, I’m sharing diary-style snippets of my life as a working mum to one cheeky toddler. Consider this part creative experiment, part self-therapy. Feel free to play along at home! You can read days one to 22 here.
Today was a tough day. I had a super stressful day at work (autosave problems – every copywriter’s worst nightmare) and then a super stressful evening with Zoey.
When I picked her up from daycare, she was overtired and hangry. She’d had a turbulent day – her teachers told me she refused to eat lunch and then woke up from her nap really, really grumpy. Apparently she threw a bit of a tantrum and refused to let anyone come near her. They said she perked up pretty quickly and happily ate afternoon tea, but it’s not nice to think of her feeling those big emotions without me there to help her hold space. This is the first tantrum she’s thrown at daycare (that I know of) but maybe it’s just a normal part of being nearly two??
I tried to get dinner on the table as quickly as possible when we got home, but Zoey loves to help me prepare the ingredients and it’s hard to cook at speed with a little person to supervise. By the time I finally had dinner ready (around 6 pm), she was totally losing the plot. (I did give her snacks to tide her over but crackers and cheese only gets you so far).
Of course, after all that, she didn’t eat her dinner. She ate a few grains of rice and refused to try anything else. It’s so, so hard having a toddler who doesn’t like food. Every meal feels like a battle. Everyone tells me not to get stressed by it, but I genuinely don’t think she’s getting enough nutrients to fuel her growing body and brain! But, that’s probably a blog post for another day… I have so much I want to write about that but I’m too tired tonight. I’m speaking to an expert in toddler nutrition on Thursday, so hopefully that will help.
Days like this often make me wonder if/how I could be doing things better. I go into problem-solving mode and start thinking about all the ways I could make tweaks to our lifestyle to make things easier (like, having a freezer full of ready-to-go toddler meals). While this is useful, sometimes it’s also important to just write a hard day off as a hard day.
Thank god for the Wiggles, who gave me a 10-minute reprieve while I juggled hot pans in the kitchen.
On that note, I’m going to keep this one short and sweet so I can get some rest tonight.