one of them nights🌭

I was having a really tough day a couple of weeks ago, and dinner just wasn't in me to cook. I had no room for creativity, and everything I know how to make just didn't seem exciting. I get these moments too. As much as cooking for me is my therapy — it's such an outlet — I still get those days where all I can put together is hot dogs and some air-fried French fries.

And I made a joke to my friend at the time that I'm a terrible mom. But why do we, as women, do this to ourselves? We have this standard or expectation in our heads, and we feel if we don’t live up to it, then we are "terrible." But let's be so for real — who said we had to live up to that standard? Who the hell is judging us, except for ourselves in that moment?

My friend was thinking nothing of it. I just went into defense mode and had to make a joke because I felt guilty for not pulling it together enough to create some sort of masterpiece of a meal. Well, guess what — throwing hot dogs in the microwave and air-frying frozen French fries is a win some nights.

As a single mom, no one understands more than myself. Girl, it’s hard. And I’m just going to say it — your hot dogs are perfect, and you’re an incredible parent! Your kids are fed, clothed, housed, and cared for. I can’t imagine a bigger win for the day. So cheers to you. 💛🥂