Friday, May 30, 2025

Dinner Didn’t Go as Planned (Again) — And That’s Okay


It was going to be perfect. I had the recipe pulled up, all the ingredients on hand, and just enough time to get everything prepped before the kids started melting down. I had a vision: a cozy, healthy family dinner, eaten together at the table like a Pinterest board come to life.

What actually happened?

One kid refused to eat because it “looked weird.” Another cried because their favorite cup was in the dishwasher. The dog stole a chicken thigh. I burned the rice. Someone spilled juice all over the floor. I ended up eating my dinner standing at the sink.

And yet… we survived. Everyone ate something, eventually. No one starved. And honestly, no one cared that it didn’t go according to plan—except me.


Real Talk: Dinner Doesn’t Have to Be a Performance

It’s easy to get swept up in the pressure to make every meal “special.” Social media makes it look like other families are sitting down to candlelit quinoa and lovingly roasted vegetables every night. But most of us are just trying to get something edible on the table before bedtime.

And that’s enough.


What Actually Matters

  • Did your kids eat something? Great.
  • Was it cereal, leftovers, or frozen nuggets? Still great.
  • Did someone laugh, even if there were also tears? Amazing.
  • Did you do your best with the energy you had? That’s the gold star.

Perfect dinners are rare. Nourishing your family doesn’t always mean homemade, balanced, or Instagram-worthy. Sometimes, it means buttered noodles and a Popsicle. Sometimes, it means ordering pizza and watching a movie because that’s what your sanity needed.


Let Go of the Guilt

Dinner doesn’t have to be magical. It just has to happen.
So the next time it all goes sideways—again—remember this: You are feeding your family with love, even if the love comes with a side of microwaved mac and cheese.

You’re doing great. Even if dinner didn’t go as planned.

Monday, May 26, 2025

I Yelled Today—And That’s Okay


I yelled today. Not because I’m a bad mom. Not because I don’t love my kids more than life itself. But because I’m human—and some days are hard.

The toddler refused pants, the baby ate dog food, the older one spilled juice down the stairs, and I had exactly 3.5 hours of sleep and no coffee. So yeah, I yelled. Then I felt awful. Guilty. Like I’d ruined everything.

But here’s the truth I keep trying to learn: perfect parenting doesn’t exist.

What does exist? Apologies. Hugs. Trying again. Kids seeing that grownups make mistakes and say sorry, and that love doesn’t disappear just because we lost our cool for a minute.

So I sat on the floor, pulled my kids into a pile of limbs and snot and snack crumbs, and said, “I’m sorry. I had a big feeling. Let’s start fresh.” And they did. Because kids are resilient and forgiving and made of second chances.

You’re not failing. You’re doing the messy, real work of showing up—even when you’re tired, overwhelmed, and not your best self. That’s enough. You’re enough.