I DON'T LIKE EGGS!

I Don’t Like Eggs

You know those moments when motherhood feels like a full-blown negotiation between your sanity and everyone else’s preferences? Yeah, that’s basically every weekday morning at breakfast in my house. Here’s the truth: I don’t really like eggs. I’ll eat them scrambled, fried, or wrapped in a tortilla, but deep down, they’re not my first choice. Honestly, I could live a happy life with zero eggs on my plate. But here’s the catch: I still eat them.

Why? Because it makes sense. Because it makes life easier. Because it’s one less battle I have to fight before 8 a.m.

Picture this: one kid wants waffles, the other wants pancakes, and I want… peace. (And coffee, of course).

Eggs, Eggs, and MORE Eggs!

Now, I could channel my inner short-order cook and crank out three different breakfasts. But let’s be honest, I don’t have the time, the energy, or the patience for that level of culinary chaos. So, I go with eggs. Everyone eats them, nobody complains, and I only dirty one pan. Do I love them? No. Do I love only washing one pan? Absolutely.

Permission to Choose “Good Enough”

Here’s the thing: as mothers, we don’t always have the luxury of picking what sparks joy. Sometimes you just pick what sparks sanity. Eating eggs (or making the same breakfast for everyone) isn’t about denying yourself. It’s about creating space for the bigger wins:

• Saving time.

• Preserving patience.

• Avoiding the meltdown Olympics at the kitchen table.

That’s what matters. And you know what? That’s enough.

The Empowerment in “I Can Live With It”

There’s power in saying: I don’t love this, but I can live with it. " It's not settling, but rather a strategy. Sometimes choosing what’s “good enough” is the exact thing that gets us through the day with our sanity intact.

Maybe for you it’s not eggs. Maybe it’s the yoga pants you have in every color Or running the dishwasher twice. Or the toy cleanup you “half-do” because stepping on Legos isn’t on your bingo card today. Or the store-brand coffee that doesn’t taste quite right but does the job. It’s okay. Because you’re saving your best energy for the things you really care about. Motherhood isn’t about perfection; it’s about survival with a side of grace. So, here’s your permission slip: eat the eggs (or don’t), but remember, you’re in charge. You get to choose what’s worth the effort and what’s just fine as it is.

What’s your “I don’t love it, but I can live with it” thing? Drop it in the comments, I promise you’re not alone!