Survival Mode


I’ve been sick for four days.  Four. Whole. Days. of not being able to get out of bed.  Four days of self-imposed quarantine.

My darling husband did a WONDERFUL job of single handedly wrangling and entertaining and keeping a three year old alive.  But because he was flying solo, a lot of the things that normally happen on the weekends to make the weeks run smoothly didn’t happen.  Like cleaning the house.  And laundry. And grocery shopping.  And all the baking/cooking that I usually do on the weekends.

No bread.

No yogurt.

No breakfast muffins.

No chips or crackers.

Today for dinner we had Chinese takeout.  The store bought loaf of bread that we currently have in our hosue has some chemicals in it.  And *gasp* high fructose corn syrup.

And you know what?  It’s ok.  This week is about survival until next weekend.  We may eat out a little bit more.  I might grab a box of store bought granola bars to throw into lunches.  Our yogurt might come in little cups.

And it’s ok. 

You know what’s not ok?  Allowing my identity as a wife and mother become wrapped up in how many additives my family does or does not eat.  Allowing an obsession over chemicals in our food simply become a replacement for an obsession of calories.

It’s all about balance.  REAL nutrition for REAL people.  Sometimes REAL people get sick.  Sometimes REAL people have to resort to survival mode until life gets back on track.  Sometimes REAL people have “one of those weeks.”  I’m here to tell you…

It’s ok.