Content originally posted on newlyorganic.com.
Those that don’t know me might be sitting back and thinking “so what?” as you digest that McDonalds Big Mac. But for those that do, and especially for those that come to me for real food guidance and advice know that this is a big deal. It’s hard to write not because I regret feeding my family fast food, but because I feel as though I’ve let you down. That somehow the next time you try to make your own almond milk and have issues, you’ll consult another source because my kids have consumed “chicken” nuggets in the last week. I know that I would. I like being there. I don’t want to lose that status. I adore talking to people about diets and the difference that a few different choices can make.
Real food is incredibly important to me. I make dinner almost every single night. I bake cookies and muffins to pack in my kids lunches. I make homemade applesauce and can tomatoes. I frequent the Farmer’s Market and buy a CSA share. I spend a lot more on organic milk and have for years. This is an area in life that is important to me. Everyone around me knows that I research and cook and spend numerous hours invested in real food for my family.
Back to Wendys (and pizza). Here’s the thing – life is happening. We went on a huge vacation and I switched jobs (which was huge since I was at my previous employer for nine years) all within two weeks. With new schedules, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and now Christmas, not to mention friends, family, and the various never going away life obligations (piles and piles of laundry), I’ve had to let my time in the kitchen take a backseat so that I can function and continue living life.
New work obligations, longer hours, and just the general change in life have left me exhausted. Admittedly in turn it’s left Wendy’s desirable. My muffin stash for lunches is incredibly low. Homemade cookies? Completely out of stock. I’m typing this as I wait for the casserole that I threw together to bake and it’s 25 minutes past dinnertime. I’ve lost my groove. Adjustment has been difficult to say the least.
Here’s the point. I had to make a choice. Real food or my sanity. Did I want to spend every waking hour shopping, baking, cooking, freezing, and canning? Nope. I want to hug my kids and read them bedtime stories. Trim the tree and drink hot chocolate. I want to be a mom, wife, and friend.
Fortunately I know that this is just a stage. It’s a season of life. Soon enough my kids will be pulling out whole grain chia seed carrot muffins out of their lunchbox for breakfast again. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy their ketchup mustache kisses and sharing salty, greasy fries. Are we still primarily real food eaters? Absolutely! As for those times that I just need rest, organic powdered hot chocolate mix and store bought cookies will just have to suffice. After all, we are making memories here.