An Update from a Bad Mom

Saturday morning, Ezra refused to eat his breakfast. I had poured him a big bowl of his requested Cheerios, and poured the milk, and set it in front of him. Then I left to fix Mercy's oatmeal. When I got back, Ezra had pushed the cereal bowl away from him and was asking to get down.

"Are you sure? You don't want to eat anything? This is breakfast--if you don't eat, you don't get any snacks or anything else until lunch." I warned him.

"Okay, Mom," he said as he ran off.

Of course, thirty minutes later, he wanted to share my breakfast of graham crackers (healthy, I know). I wouldn't let him. Ten minutes after that, he wanted goldfish. Then fruit snacks. Then rice krispies. Then oatmeal. The whole morning was a battle, with time-outs, tears, and stress. But I held firm. I even felt pleased that I managed to resist giving in.

At eleven o'clock, I decided that it was time for lunch. Ezra, quite excited, asked for rice krispies. I poured the cereal and then opened the whole milk carton--and nearly threw up. The milk was completely sour. I dumped it out and got out the new carton...and then it dawned on me.

Of course he didn't want to eat his breakfast!!!! The Cheerios were covered in sour milk, and I had punished him all morning long because of that. I ran over to him and hugged him and loved him and gave him anything he wanted to eat for the rest of the afternoon.

I am the world's worst mom!!!!!!! (Hee hee hee, I know I'm really not. But, man, did I feel awful!)