Chia Seed Fail
I was so excited last night making chia-seed pudding, thinking, yes, finally, I'll have a healthy, Pinterest/Instragram-worthy breakfast to set out tomorrow.
Of course it's not Pinterest-worthy because I didn't have any placemats in reach or fresh flowers or the right lighting or pretty bowls, but anyway, was still almost giddy when the kids came in to the kitchen.
Wally (8) took a single bite and said "It's kind of like gr —" then paused.
Petra (3) said, "Gross?" They both laughed.
"I was gonna say 'Grown-up tasting,'" Wally said, setting the spoon down gently on the table.
I took a bite. It was a bit of a hard sell. I used unsweetened almond milk. Maybe I should have mixed in more maple syrup.
The whole thing was a fail. They didn't eat breakfast. I am still going by the rule that you don't provide a substitute if the kid doesn't want what you offer. But it tugs at me to send them off without eating anything.
I can't quite get Wally to school on time if I drop Petra first, so I still put him on the bus this morning even though I then raced downtown to Family Friday (on Thursday). I was sort of annoyed when I walked in the school. They expect so much from parents! They email and text us constantly. Alex cannot go to anything ever - Family Friday or Thursday or parent-teacher conference or field trips or Halloween party. So even though I've always worked, and the first year had Petra full-time (while working) and the second year part-time (while working and in grad school full time), it always falls to me to go to all these things.
But, once I got into the school and sat on the floor with Wally in the corner while he read Encyclopedia Brown and listed suspects and tried to figure out the mystery, it actually felt kind of cozy and great. When else would I just sit for an hour anymore, side-by-side with Wally, reading together. With Petra's loud-singing and book-grabbing and general chaos, we almost never can. Plus she's up later than him in the evening because she naps, so it's really hard to have time one on one with him.
Now I'm home. Ready to start my work, five hours into the day, the bowls of chia-seed pudding on the table untouched. "All the more for me, I guess," I said, along with well-meaning parents everywhere.