There is so much going on in the world right now that seems worthy of crying over. I mean seriously—where to even begin? But you know what reduced me to tears last night?
My kid will not eat a vegetable.
She has a new trick up her toddler sleeve. If she doesn’t like something, she will spit it out and say, “Hot!” Over the weekend, Catch was feeding her a squeeze tube of yogurt that had been frozen (to help with teething pain) and she ate a bit before she insisted, “Hot!” and wouldn’t touch it anymore. Last night at dinner, I was trying to get her to eat some (completely cooled) roasted vegetables, and every bite was “Hot!”
So after watching her spit out bite after bite of roasted veggies, I sat myself on the dog bed in the kitchen and cried my eyes out while she played with Catch in the other room.
Some days, parenting is really damn hard.