Tonight, after the day from h-e-double-hockey-sticks, I decided I was not partaking of any of my usual parenting “battles”:
I let my child eat a hamburger bun and pork and beans (his absolute favorite things) for dinner. I didn’t even offend his plate with the typically upsetting vegetables because so-help-me-lord I just couldn’t take the crying.
No bath since hair washing or water at all near his eyes has become nothing short of evil Mamma torture.
Instead of the usual bedtime drama I let him knock out in a baby swing watching a movie.
I hear that consistency is key in raising children. Tonight I am choosing to ignore that philosophy. Every other day I strive for parenting perfection. But tonight I will gladly pass that award onto someone more deserving…’cause this Mom is having a glass of wine (or maybe two or three) and not fighting or stressing about anything.
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