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I failed at parenting yesterday.
In possibly related news (?), I switched from coffee to tea yesterday.
But back to my bad parenting.
It was just one of those days. Those days you have sometimes as a parent. Those days that every parent has (even if they don’t share those moments on Facebook, but only show you the pictures of their crafts and Halloween cookies).
In fact, when I shared my “I’m sucking at parenting” complaint on Facebook yesterday, it was met with a host of other moms agreeing that their days were sucking, too. Which did make me feel a tiny bit better…that others out there were feeding their kids crap and being lazy. But I still had guilt.
I yelled at my kids. Multiple times.
I let them watch too much TV.
We ate too much Halloween candy.
We didn’t play outside.
We made a mess in the house.
Naptimes were late so everyone was cranky at Lilly’s dance class.
I served the kids Eggo waffles for dinner and then promptly retreated to the bedroom as soon as my husband walked in the door. Leaving him to deal with the kids and cook his own meal.
“Um, are you planning to come out of there?” he asked through the door.
“No,” I answered.
I wanted to just stay in there and read my book or catch up on RHONJ. Let my husband see what it’s like to do dinner, bath, and bed all by himself.
But I didn’t do that. I got out of bed, went back into the madness and tried to not let the day win.
I bathed the kids. I ate some of the lovely dinner my husband made us. And I tried to not fail at parenting for the final hours of my kids’ days as I counted down to 7:00 P.M.
Because when you’re in the middle of one of those days, you forget that it will be over eventually. The kids will go to bed. People will stop asking you for food, clean laundry, and pacifiers.
And if you’re lucky, it will end with a big ol’ glass of wine and a good TV show or a book.
Or if you’re pregnant, some more tea and a nice snuggle with your maternity pillow.