Some days you’re supposed to be posting a Meal Prep Monday post and you don’t have your shit together. Some days someone mentions how hard it must be to meal prep. How hard it must be to cook so that we can eat like we eat every night. I agree. We don’t even eat like we eat every night. We obviously eat the things I post but they for sure aren’t had every night. Some nights its nutella tacos and fruit. Some nights its Wendy’s. Some nights it’s beautiful steak kabobs with all the sides. Take a photo, post it to Instagram.
Some days my family eats easily prepared meals that are picture perfect and taste amazing. Some days we’re eating takeout and bargaining with Logan for bites. If you have 3 more bites of chicken you can have something sweet after dinner. You can have a popsicle if you just eat some pasta, for the love of Moses. Please, just eat something of value. Some days its grilled chicken that everyone loves and eats every bite. Some days are better than others.
Some days you you sit with your kids and make a fun painting project and they have a great time. Take a photo, post it to Instagram. Some days you lose your patience with your kids more than you’d like to admit and you go to bed feeling like you let them down. Some days you fee like you let yourself down. Some days you feel like you let the world down.
Some days I get wrapped up in the beauty of some people’s Instagram feeds, Facebook feeds, the faces we present to the world. Some days I let their carefully curated visions they present the world get me down. Looking inward, my hair is a mess. I should start wearing makeup. Who can afford Patagonia jackets for 3 growing kids? Some days I remind myself that this isnt real life. These are the visions the authors choose to present to the world, they are not a reflection of reality. Some days are better than others.
Some days you sit to write a replacement for a meal prep monday post that didn’t end up getting written because sometimes life gets messy. You prepped but kept zero track of what went down thru the week. You used little of what you prepped and ended up winging it most of the week. Some days that happens to us all. We do our best and hope its enough. Please, Lord, let it be enough for our families, our kids, ourselves. I mostly wanted to remind y’all that we all have these days, even me. None of us have it together as much or as little as people think we do. We’re all cruising along doing our best and I just wanted to remind us that it is enough. We’re all enough.