Yes, I give my 2 year old Gatorade. I put on Paw Patrol or Cars just to get some peace of mind. And I bribe my child on a regular basis with new cars (hot wheels). He probably has 200 of them. So just a heads up, this will not be a preachy parent blog or a holier than thou blog. I do not do Pinterest because I would fail. Every time. No joke.
I very regularly feed my child mac and cheese and very rarely get him to eat veggies. Hell, I don't eat veggies so meh. I also haven't lost the baby weight and eat crap all day long. I blame it on breastfeeding. Yeah, about breastfeeding - I don't do it because it's "SO GOOD for your baby." I do it because it's cheaper than formula. And yes, that equation only works if you consider the time involved and having to be the one on call for boob time 24/7 as not worth anything but let's be honest, moms out there: we are always last. You know what I mean. I'm not trying to complain but one of the greatest parts about going back to work after my first child was getting to eat my food while it was hot. And without anyone whining at me, throwing things on the floor, or trying to lick the table. Of course, I am that mom that then whips out the iParent (as one friend called it). My 2 year old has known how to open YouTube and put on "race car videos" for ages. He completely zones out and I get 10 (oh who am I kidding - it's more like 20) minutes to eat.
Ok, I'm not really a terrible parent. I'm just a real parent. Who is tired. And sometimes more selfish than I perhaps should be. Just a few minutes ago I realized my son was repeatedly saying "moo cow tractor knock over mommy's water" and realized I probably should do something to prevent this. He had probably been saying it for 2 minutes straight - I'm really not sure.
However, whenever I feel like a bad parent, I just remember some of my wonderful defendants. And I tell myself I am a wonderful parent because I don't do meth. And I don't beat up my spouse (except in my imagination) and I don't hurt my kids and even if I don't manage to do letter flashcards and read 20 books a day and do some sort of enrichment activity every day, my kids are doing fine. I feed them. I love them and show them my love. They are safe and secure.
And despite the fact that I feel a teensy bit of guilt that I just ignored my oldest (we'll call him Big K here) calling for me (when, once again, he's supposed to be napping) so that I could finish this thought, I know I'm doing ok. Not always my best if I'm honest because sometimes I just need a mommy moment. And now I'm going to go check on little K who has been in his swing for I'm not sure how long...
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