I am sitting at a coffee shop while both the boy and I sip on overpriced coffee drinks, waiting for the last one to complete her ballet class, while the husband and the teenager are training for the mini marathon. And yes, the boy is drinking a fully caffeinated coffee beverage, in case you were still wondering.
I am surfing the internet (ok, facebook) and reading the blogs people post regarding parenting. And I have come to believe one thing about these blogs.
None of them really offer advice. They simply say that whatever mistakes you are making, it's ok.
All those "mistakes" we think we made, aren't really mistakes at all. It's simply parenting. Parenting Survival.
It's ok - that you laid in bed pretending not to hear the baby cry.
It's ok - that you store bought the snacks for the birthday at preschool.
It's ok - that you put your three year old in front of the tv for 6 hours straight so you could sleep/shower/fold laundry.
It's ok - that you dropped the f-bomb. Really it is. It isn't a real bomb. Everyone lived.
It's ok - that you bought the Valentine's Day cards instead of made them.
It's ok - that you buy lunchables. Ok, I take it back. It's not ok. Those things are gross.
It's ok - that you dosed your kid up on cold medicine and sent them to school hoping to at least get through your lunch meeting before the school calls because you can not miss another day at work.
These things are all ok. We are merely surviving these parenting years.
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