They're full, hurry!

Does anyone else feel extremely accomplished after their children have eaten a balanced meal? I don't know what it is, but I just have these little celebrations in my head
"yes, we did it. I made the food, they ate it, they are healthy for today."
And sometimes, especially with Morzy, I see it almost as a car needing refueling, only instead of how many miles we have left on a tank, it's how many hours we have.
"Great, she's good and full, now that means I have a good 3 hours before We need refueling".
I was laughing at myself the other day when I realized how simple of a thing it is and yet how big of a deal it is in my every days. In fact I laughed when Spence got home and my report on the day started with something like this:
"So we woke up and all had baths today. We had scrambled eggs for breakfast then Addy had chicken nuggets and grapes for lunch..."
Seriously?!! Welcome home dear from the real world, into our lives of simplicity where mealtime rivals the mayhem of the business world! I bet he was just dying to know that! Yet, it makes me feel proud to report. Like I am getting my job done. Husband, the children are fed! Aren't you glad you married me. :) Oh' what simple joys are to be had in Mothering.