Here's the truth: I kind of suck at being a mom.
I hate bath time and dinner time.
I relish every moment of nap time.
I look at my phone while we are out having breakfast.
I eat cake in front of him and refuse to share.
I don't always indulge in his imagination - "there are not magical fairies in the air vent, it's just metal"
I only let him read one book at night and sometimes I skip the last 1/4 of the book and he is none the wiser.
I really, really, REALLY hate dinner time.
I can't be bothered to find his helmet, so bike riding has been on hold for weeks.
We haven't had milk in the house for like 3 days now.
I buy the pancakes that come in a shake up canister.
I complain EVERY TIME I have to put his shoes on. He is now afraid I'm going to throw them away.
I frequently forget to send him to school with a snack.
Sometimes I have to yell at him, and I feel like I'm ruining him just by raising my voice.
Once or twice Ive argued with Steve in front of him. That really eats me up.
I don't play kid music in the car anymore.
Confessions: one time Britton ate dog food throw up on my watch (yes, that's regurgitated dog food that she thought was appropriate to consumer). I love nap time, too. Sometimes I hide in the kitchen when I'm eating a snack so she can't see me and scream to have some, too. It's tough sometimes!
ReplyDeleteNatalie, this is still the best
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