I feel like a bad mom all the time. There is such impracticality to parenting anymore… to be organic, stay at home, work full-time, make every soccer game, be a Pinterest master, bake cookies, read every night, never swear, have all the laundry folded and put away, be an awesome wife, workout every day, pack daily lunches, enroll in as many extra-curricular actives as you can fit in your weekly schedule, never spank your child, drive five hours away to a basketball game… parenting has become pretentious and overrated. The expectations are beyond realistic.
So I’ve stopped living up to them and have tried to lower the expectation for myself and my children- for the sake of my sanity and for my family’s overall wellbeing. Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? I must not be a good mom if my five-year-old daughter isn’t taking at least three dance classes a week! Or my kids don’t have a packed lunch every day.
I know… but I don’t care. I no longer feel like I have to be a perfect mom. It’s ridiculous that I ever thought there could be such a thing. I swear, I drink wine in front on my children, we keep active, but I don’t over-load their schedules. I make sure there is time for them to be kids.
I’m a bad mom because I don’t negotiate with my children. My rules, not theirs. I’m the parent, they are the child… an interesting concept that has seemingly escaped from today’s society.
In Confession of a Bad Mom, you’ll find real-life thoughts about parenting, enhanced by my children’s take on things. It’s my honest thoughts on being a mother of four beautiful and precocious children. Their hilarious quips and comments are enough to keep you reading.
I hope you’ll find some solidarity as well as humor in this collection of comments and thoughts. At the very least, it’ll make a good bathroom read!