I fall into food ruts really easily. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I’ve eaten oatmeal at least five breakfasts a week for the last seven years. I really like oatmeal.
But today was a day that I unintentionally ate lots of foods that I rarely eat.
I typically do oatmeal or fruit and yogurt most mornings. Today I just wasn’t feeling it. Instead I ate this whole wheat toast/banana/peanut butter/honey/chia seed concoction while simultaneously helping J Man brush his teeth and finding Miss Rae a costume for “dress like an old lady” day at school. Also note: my kids have decided that they don’t eat bread crusts anymore.
Pizza is something that I wish I could say I don’t typically eat, but that would be a lie. Tonight there was no other means of survival. We had less than 30 minutes between the time we all arrived home and I carted the kids off to kidnastics.
One with sauce, one without because I not only cut the crusts off of my kid’s sandwiches, but I also order them pizza without sauce.
It’s important to cater to the old folks in your life.