I just fed my two-year-old those stupid goldfish crackers and a cheese stick for dinner again, and I’m so angry at myself for it, like, REALLY angry. I’m a pediatric nurse, for god’s sake, I spend all day talking to parents about childhood nutrition and healthy eating habits, every single day, every day I’m preaching about whole foods and balanced meals, and then I come home and it’s processed junk because I’m just so damn tired and he won't eat anything else (or at least I tell myself that) and it makes me feel like such a hypocrite, a complete failure, honestly. I know better, I know EXACTLY better, and yet here we are, another night of beige food, and I just wanna scream.