I love to read blogs. I love to read mommy blogs, I love to read fashion blogs, I love to read real food, I love decorating blogs. Gimme some free time and I’m catching up on some blogs. Recently I read some articles by a few different moms in which they declared themselves to have varying levels of germaphobia, OCD and perfectionism with humorous accompanying stories.
One blogger wrote about how she was worried about how her son would behave at the doctor since it’d been a few months since they’d been. I thought to myself, “Oh right, the doctor…when was the last time I took the kids in for a check up??” She went on to confess that she had scrubbed her child clean, lotioned, powdered and even cleaned out his ears prior to the visit just to be sure that the doctor could find no wrong in her care for her child. I was impressed, “Hey I should clean out the kids’ ears,” I thought. “When was the last time I did that?” I’m pretty sure my mom cleans out my kids’ ears way more than I do. I’m more the parent that would take her kids to the doctor, get there, smell a poopy and realize that she forgot to pack a new diaper. Just bein’ real. When we were on vacation, Jake and I were amused by how hard my brother and sister in law (who don’t have kids) tried to keep the boys from eating off the floor, or wandering more than two feet away from us. They were stressing themselves out while we lounged around and relaxed.
So here before you all, will I confess ten of the parenting no-no’s I’ve committed or regularly commit so that those perfectionists out there can feel a little bit better about themselves. Here goes –
#1 More than once has Rhett dipped his chip into a dog bowl water and then proceeded to eat the chip before we could stop him.
#2 My kids regularly eat off of the floor. They have even eaten off of the floor at the airport. Again this was before I could stop them, but I didn’t lose sleep over it either.
#3 I do not sanitize the pacifier every time it hits the floor. In fact, I really only wash it about once a week or so.
#4 Sometimes I go several days before I remember that if I don’t wash those little hands, they are not getting washed at all.
#5 I have not taken either of my kids to see a doctor for an illness or a check up in over a year. Why? Because there’s nothing wrong with them, I don’t scare easily, and I can weigh and measure them at home. Mommypotamus recently wrote a really great article about kids getting sick that I found very insightful. If they need to go to the doctor, I’ll take them. I just don’t need to go to the doctor to have him tell me that it’s just a little bug and they’ll get over it in a few days. I also have never had to give my kids antibiotics and I’d like to keep it that way.
#6 I can’t remember if I mentioned this or not. When we went to the Bahamas, Jake packed for us and he forgot to pack wipes. But instead of just buying the $12 wipes at the airport like a normal person, I just used paper towels, water and soap the.entire.trip. And you know what? It was fine!
#7 On days when I need to get lots of photography work done, I plop my kids in front of the tv. Sometimes for long periods of time. It’s not something that happens every day, usually I am very disciplined and give different things their set blocks of time. But we all know that some days your pre-set blocks of time just aren’t enough. I’d like to have a nanny, but since I don’t, I have Blue’s Clues.
#8 When Shepherd was born, we lived in a one bedroom apartment and we could not afford a larger apartment. For the first nine months of his life, he slept in our closet in a mini crib. We make a big fuss about nurseries, but let’s be honest with ourselves, the nursery is 100% about us mommies. That being said, if I ever have a girl – watch out. I will be releasing pent up nursery decorating angst with a pink frilly vengeance!
#9 Shepherd is four and he is not in preschool. I work with him at home when I can (which ~ahem~ isn’t that often). But again, I’m not losing sleep about it. My dad is a lawyer and one of the smartest people I know and he didn’t go to preschool or kindergarten!
#10 Rhett is 20 months old and still drinks all of his milk out of a bottle. He will drink water and juice from a sippy cup, but he insists on the bottle for his milk.
So there you go perfectionist mommies. I’m sure you’re feeling better about yourself and I hope that reading some of this will remind you not to be too hard on yourselves Here are my happy, healthy, dirty boys playing under and umbrella this morning.