A Little Vent/Rant/Whine or Whatever You Want to Call It
I used to use my FB page as a place to vent my frustrations back when Tristan’s skin was an everyday battle. Just because his skin is better, doesn’t mean everything’s perfect with Tristan, although we are extremely grateful about the skin – trust me. Anyway, it’s been a while that I ranted a bit, so I figure I’m due. Here goes.
Tristan used to be a very good eater. He would eat honestly anything I placed in front of him, no matter how healthy. He loved brussel sprouts, still does, thankfully, and one night cried because he couldn’t finish his plain steamed broccoli because as punishment for something he had to go straight to bed. (I promise we’re good/fair parents.) I make homemade meals from scratch every night. Since we’re dealing with multiple allergies, there are basically no in-the-box shortcuts I can use – not even canned tomatoes since they’re to acidic. I’m sure I’m not alone on that.
Anyway, lately Tristan has become quite picky. I’m sure it’s the age – he’s 3.5. I spend about 1.5 hours at least every night making dinners, that also become lunches the next day. Many times he takes a bite or two of the meal and won’t eat any more. Or he’ll eat his tortilla and scrape all the good stuff off. It’s so ironic as he’s the only reason we eat allergy free. So far, my husband, daughter, and I can eat anything. (Although we’re doing an elimination diet ourselves starting Jan 2.) So, I’m cooking these special meals with him in mind and then he doesn’t eat them. Grrr. I’m sure I’m not the only one cooking meals for a picky toddler.
And he’s three years old – really three – wild, screaming, full of uncontrollable energy three. Sometimes I step back and watch him and I have to wonder who this kid is. He can’t be my child. And of course we have lots of good times, but lately the bad seems to be more memorable.
He’s also just horrible with his sister. They have good moments, but the bad ones are just terrible. She always gets hurt. Of course she does, she’s 16 months old. But, she’s toughening up and become quite the trouble maker herself. So, these two running around, reeking havok on themselves and the house while I’m making dinner is just driving me a little batty. Especially today. Hence this post.
I know I should be grateful for two wonderful, healthy kids – skin and allergies under control. I am. I am over the top grateful. But I am still a mom who has a bad day here and there and just needs someone to listen to her complain.
Thank you for listening.
Please feel free to vent your frustrations here as well. I promise it feels good to let it out.