He bellowed like a wounded wilder beast.
“But you promised!”
I did promise, but I really didn’t want to paint, I just didn’t.
The toddler add a “I hungey!” for good measure then the chorus went around….
“I’m hungry too.” “Me too.”
“But you promised I could paint! Your proooomised!”
Some days all I can do is stand there while chaos erupts around me.
And some days, I just give up, and make pikelets.
I knew that cooking would trump painting (at least for today) and that at least I could kill two birds with one stone – something to do AND something to eat.
So I ignored the piles of washing and the dinner that needed to be made.
I added refined white sugar to refined white flour and I didn’t even care.
I let the toddler stir and the five year old crack eggs.
I sent the girls out to hunt for strawberries in the garden because I couldn’t face the mess of jam.
When the strawberries ran out I added choc chips, and we all ate as many choc chips as we put in the pikelets.
I let the kids eat and eat until they were sticky, and full, and happy, even though it was only an hour before dinner.
Today I was not a ‘perfect parent’, but I was the perfect parent for my kids.