You know those Mom confessions that you have? While reading through a blog post today that prompted you to share yours I did a bit of thinking. These are the tip of the iceberg. Mom confessions, Parenting fails? Oh, I’ve had more than my fair share.
When I forget a dish in the oven/sink/fridge and it’s totally disgusting I will throw it in the trash. It’s just not worth the wash.
Related? On more than one occasion I’ve taken the credit for a spic and span house (comments from Jamie) when really, I’ve just hired Molly Maid for a couple of hours.
I laughed when the kid said “Dammit” for the first time. I mean, it was in the right context and everything. Hilarity.
“There are no popsicles left” – outright lies. That’s my popsicle kiddo.
I am so sick of the baby/toddler girl top of the lungs screaming.
On taking forever to run into a store when we’re all shopping together “I had to bring Olivia to the bathroom and she took for ages” Nope, I am just slow.
I throw out Kinder Surprises, McDonalds toys and birthday/christmas gifts that are a. crappily made toys or b. going to annoy me with 900 pieces later filling up the toybox with crap.
I have my iPhone in hand 70% of the day. In all fairness I am using it to snap pics and videos, bank online via the app, answer emails, work and write blog posts, research future posts, meal plan, find recipes, make lists and appointments, etc. etc. etc. Still, it’s there. I’m an addict.
Sometimes I wish that three year olds knew the definition of personal space.
We probably use infant Tylenol way too frequently.
I don’t enforce sock wearing. It drives Jamie crazy. Seriously, the furry winter boots are going to protect her while we’re going to Safeway, she’s not going to take her socks off. Plus, it saves time trying to find a matching pair.
Yup, if we’re not going anywhere and no one is coming over, kids in Pajamas/Naked is just fine with me.
Popcorn for lunch? perfectly acceptable.
When I’ve had a challenging (screaming like a crazy person at the kids and being a completely evil b*tch) I will apologize to the kiddo in her sleep and let her sleep with us out of guilt.
I set the timer for five minutes of ‘no talking time’. Sometimes you need a bit of silent sanity.
What have you been dying to get off your chest?