Grrrrrrr.
Day 1:
Breakfast: Weetabix, toast, glass of milk
Dinner: Homemade bolog, banana, apple
Tea: Homemade chick nuggets and chips, orange, raisons
Day 2:
Breakfast: NOTHING! DON'T WANT NOTHING ARRRGHGGHH
Dinner: Banana DON'T WANT ANYTHING NOT NEVER (plate thrown on floor)
Tea: Picks cheese off sandwich and glares ominiously.
Is there anything more frustrating than feeding your child?
Yesterday I threw homemade tuna ball things and pasta in the bin, yet last week they were proclaimed "delicious" .
Now I just hand the plate over and run away.
Anyone else silently screaming at kitchen walls?
Make me feel better please, or she will be on Birds Eye and McDonalds soon, feel like I am wasting my f'ing time.