Since I am no longer gainfully employed by the Man (the child is another story and very much running the show, despite my blustering), I’ve found it increasingly difficult to feed myself and my tiny human.
Oddly enough, it seemed easier to eat when I was behind a desk for nine plus hours, five days a week. I had the same breakfast every morning (granola obviously) and lunch wasn’t much different. There were some days I missed the midday meal altogether. Truly, dinner was the only edible that required much effort and even then, the Hubby was around to help me, or at least pour the wine.
Now though, everything is different. No more skipping solids and sacrificing myself to a corporate clock. These days, I wake up when my munchkin does, which changes daily, and we eat breakfast sometime thereafter, which also changes daily.
Fluidity is key. Something I’m great at; snort.