I’m a bad mom. Here are some stellar examples:
Eric will be 3 in a few months, and I haven’t even started potty training him yet. He tells me when he is going pee- “mom, my peein'” – oh great, sweetie. Jeffrey had been in undies for months by this age. My slew of “but’s” is long- but I was waiting for Abby to be born so I could stop barfing, but he had to get used to new family dynamics, but we are travelling next month, but we are going to Disneyland next month- all reasons NOT to potty train him. Ugh. Bad mom.
I ignore Jeffrey half the time. He talks constantly. And I mean constantly. He even talks when he is sleeping- and I have learned to tune it out, like white noise. DH will be getting annoyed about noise levels, and I don’t even hear it. Bad mom.
Sometimes I let the kids eat whatever they want for breakfast. That might mean chee-tos and peanut butter and popsicles. But sometimes I just don’t care. Bad Mom.
Abby hasn’t had her portrait taken yet. The boys had both had two taken by this point, but not my cherub little girl. I’m trying this week, but will it happen? Probably not. Bad mom.
None of my kids have a baby book. Jeffrey’s is started, but Eric and Abby don’t even have one. Just a box of scrap paper with things scrawled on them so I don’t forget. Does blogging about their babyhood and childhood kinda count? Bad mom.
It doesn’t bother me when we play musical beds in our house. I can sleep in Eric’s bed, DH on the couch, Jeff in our bed, Abby in the barely moving swing- it’s all fine, as far as I care. As long as everyone sleeps, we’re good. Am I creating sleep mutants? Definitely not the Cleaver’s. Bad mom.
I make my boys help with their laundry. They are 2 and 4- is that bad? It’s a game for them now, and I kinda feel like if they get used to doing it now, it will be a habit later. Plus, I hate laundry. Never ending laundry. Bad Mom.
I bribe them sometimes. Bad mom.
If Abby is having a bottle, sometimes I prop it up or have Jeff hold it for her because I am juggling dinner and Eric or whatever chaos is happening. She doesn’t care, but I know this makes me a Bad mom.
There are lots of good things I do, too. But not today. Today I am a Bad mom.