Ahhhhhh, Hank returned home today. Ahhhhhh. She's tired, but she seems to be in one piece, both physically and emotionally.
Daisy also seems to have come through her mother's absence unscathed. As it turns out, taking care of a well-behaved six (nearly seven) year-old for a few days isn't the hardest thing I've done. Taking care of a screaming infant for one night was harder.
I wouldn't say that I did a GREAT job of caring for Daisy. She was a little less bathed than I would have liked, but given the questionable hygiene of her father, that was to be expected.
My best parenting moment probably came on Saturday night as I contemplated what to make her for breakfast the following morning. I had been planning to make her a fun treat by cooking up a batch of chocolate chip pancakes, but as I contemplated the ingredient list, I had a genius-level thought. It was one of those moments when everything comes together in crystal clarity, enabling a profound mental breakthrough.
When it comes right down to it, is there that big a difference between chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate chip cookies? Why not just bake cookies for breakfast? Why the hell not?
Really, the main difference between the two is that cookies have more sugar, but when you consider how thorougly Daisy immerses her pancakes in maple syrup, I'd doubt if she's getting more sugar from cookies. Therefore, since pancakes are a perfectly acceptable breakfast, and since chocolate chip pancakes are just a smidge worse nutritionally, and now that we've realized that chocolate chip pancakes are essentially the same thing as chocolate chip cookies, then I am feeding her a nutritious breakfast. QED. Those Cookie-Crisp people were ahead of their time.
I sat on the couch quite proud of myself. I imagined telling her that we were going to have cookies for breakfast, and I imagined cooking them with her. Then, I imagined having to explain myself to Hank, our friends, and the blogosphere. I grabbed the laptop and started writing my defense. I wrote these paragraphs:
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm a bad parent for feeding my daughter chocolate chip cookies for breakfast.
You're thinking that I'm creating food dependencies by repressing her sadness using cookies, feeding her unhealthy meals, and spoiling her all in one fell swoop. You're thinking that I'm not thinking. What you fail to understand is that these were freshly made chocolate chip cookies. Check and mate.
I mean, they weren't 100% home made. There was a box involved, but when it comes right down to it, did you see the box pressing the right buttons on the oven? No, that was me. Well, technically it was Daisy, but still, she's part of the home in "home made".
That's as far as I got before realizing that I was getting ahead of myself. Might as well actually live the event before I write about it.
So, I went to bed, woke up on Sunday morning, and.... couldn't pull the trigger. I made her chocolate chip pancakes instead.