March 5, 2016
I continue to struggle with the amount of food I toss, perfectly good food—I would love to finish up—that gets scraped into the garbage. A half-eaten pancake, ¾ of an apple, Cheerios too milk-logged, soggy, and falling apart to eat at this point, and most of that Starbucks cookie, we “had” to have. I try to estimate, next time, I tell myself: make a smaller pancake, but then I make a smaller one and then it is not enough and I am back in the kitchen making another “more please” (that gets ½ eaten).
As a mommy who is constantly kaizening her life to be more efficient and save time (since I have so little of it), in this area I feel like a total failure. There is no order. There are no constants in proportions in feeding a 7 (or under) -year old. It changes as soon as I pen a theory.
That is the constant.
Ommmmmmmmmm.
—SBM
Single Busy Mommy 