Rough weekend. Deploying Operation Sugar-Free has been a challenge to say the least.
Today I began attempting new breakfast recipes. My goal is to prepare several things on Sunday afternoon for the sugar-free lad to have throughout the week since breakfast can no longer easily be grab-and-go. This afternoon I made blueberry coconut flour muffins and maple vanilla granola.
My kids love muffins, and even though coconut flour muffins sound weird, we’ve been eating things baked with coconut flour for a little over two years now, so it’s not weird to them. With high hopes of winning the Mom of the Year award for creating the greatest gluten-free muffin, I asked what he would like me add to the base of the muffin so it would be a treat for him. He chose cinnamon and blueberries. Both good choices… or so I thought.
I gave each of my three kids a muffin for their snack this afternoon so they could try them out. Two thirds of my children raved over the muffins. Can you guess which one didn’t?
Thus ensued the wrath of Mommy as well as a lengthy explanation about why I made the muffins in the first place, that I’m trying really hard to make foods that he can eat and will like and “don’t you remember asking for blueberries to be put in the muffins?” Apparently hot blueberries are not his thing.
This also led me to try a bite of a muffin myself to be sure that I wasn’t making the child eat something horrific. It was actually amazing, which immediately produced guilt over eating the bite and also kicked my stress level up another notch.
Next I made the granola, which I decided I should sample first, so as not to replay the “muffin incident of 2013”. At least that’s why I told myself I was eating it. It was extremely good and I sampled too much, thus producing more guilt and stress. The granola did pass the taste test of the most important taster, thankfully.
Later in the afternoon, I received this little letter from my dear, encouraging 3rd grader.
Apparently, my sweet daughter thinks I am the #2 cook in the world after God.
And while I’m feeling good about being “the best earthly person who’s a cook”, I’m feeling terrible about my eating slip-ups this weekend. I’m also realizing that this is morning #4 of not starting the day with God and the effects of skipping that time are obvious.
So tonight I’m hanging out with Paul in Romans 7 and praying that tomorrow is a better day.
15 I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. 16 And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. 17 As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me.18 For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.