Confessions from a bad parent who loves her kids

Ok, so here's the thing... I don't want to hear about your parenting philosophy. Because really, if you have a "philosophy" then you are thinking about it waaaay too much and are setting yourself up for failure (and criticism).

I am really tired of reading about everyone's perfect life.  Get over it people. Just because your kid is 5 and has never heard of McDonalds does not make you the parent of the year. My kid was 2 when he learned to say "eat, eat!" whenever we passed the golden arches and I was proud of his intellect. One of my earliest memories is of my Bompa taking us to McDonalds and it was a special, exciting treat. Did he buy into the marketing scheme? Maybe. Did we? You bet! I know it is not a healthy choice, and I know our nation is dying of obesity brought on by Big Macs, but guess what?  My kids eat McDonalds, and so do I. So in that vein I plan to go around promoting myself as an awful parent who lets her children eat cheeseburgers. Sue me.

Guess what else?

Kitty sleeps on the couch, John sleeps on my floor, and Chickie sleeps in a crib. I'm sure allowing all of this dysfunction to pervade will stunt my children's ability to grow up to be responsible adults. Who cares where your children sleep as long as everyone gets enough??? It's not like there's no structure in our home.  Kitty says she is ready for bed, gets out her blankets, lays on the couch, and immediately falls asleep. See? Independent. Responsible.

And oh yeah, I let Chickie take drinks from my soda. It's true. She loves it. But don't worry, I haven't put any in her bottle... yet.

Fighting at the doggy door.

Luckily, I know that everyone has their own weaknesses when it comes to governing themselves and their families, so I'm not too worried about a judgmental backlash (does anyone read this anymore??).  If anything I just made a few people feel better about themselves as parents.