Okay. I give. UNCLE.
I have been worn down and beaten by a two-year old. Seriously. The iron will of this little person who can’t even go potty by herself is quite something to behold.
My youngest won’t eat. Unless it comes in a candy wrapper, has hydrogenated oil, trans fats, a million grams of sugar or is covered in chocolate.
And folks, I am not exaggerating here.
I am at a loss. I’ve tried everything. Disguising food, adding fun little dips, making cute shapes, changing the names of the food, bribery, threats and tears – I’ve done it all.
If I wasn’t so worn down and frustrated – I would be quite impressed with her stamina and stubbornness.
But in all honesty, I would just like to get through ONE meal without one of us ending up in tears. And maybe something halfway healthy in that tiny belly of hers.
Thoughts? Tips? Ideas? Best Practices? Spells? Voodoo?
I’m all ears. This is a desperate call from a desperate mom.
I mean really, how does she sustain herself and go nonstop ALL DAY LONG on just a few forced bites of crackers? I wouldn’t even make it until noon. I’d be crashed on the couch in less than two hours. Yet, she runs around like the Tasmanian devil on crack for hours on end. I truly do not understand this phenomenon.
Or maybe I should try this diet? Eat nothing but a few carbs and have the energy of a crazed monkey. And lose weight to boot. Hmmm.
Maybe I’ve had this all wrong.
If only I could fit back into my skinny jeans…hmmm.
I’ll get back to ya’ll on this.
Marnie Fernandez is an official kid wrangler of four and a professional laundress. When not chasing kids, she blogs and writes articles about her misadventures in mommyhood in a blended family on the plains of Oklahoma.