Friday will go down as the day B. drank milk for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And the rest of the week hasn't been much better. I caved on the Nutella since he wouldn't eat any of the more natural alternatives. And we're also doing cinnamon toast for breakfast since it's one of the few things B. will eat before going to school. Because the thing is when he doesn't eat he gets sort of unbearably cranky. Surprise, right? And tonight was plain noodles with butter. Ugh. I never thought I'd have that kid.
Between pimping meals, lone wolfing since the husband is working 24/7 (a great term I picked up here for doing it all yourself) and work cranking up for awards season, I'm one wiped out mama with no energy to blog or be fun.