I worry all the time, but tell them not to. Yeah, that won’t mess them up at all.
I want them have it all, I want to give them the world, but I want them to work for it. I don’t want to raise spoiled, entitled children! Conflicting messages much?
I push them to do there homework, to be sure to do their very best, even when they are tired. While under my breath I am cursing the teacher for piling on a book report, science test and social studies test all the same week. Do you think the baby girl can sense that I am beyond ticked off at this work load? Does my body language, my heavy sighs at the announcement of yet another small “project” register? Yeah, probably.
I want my girls to go to school in nice clothes, well presented and clean….but I am too damn tired to fight about socks AGAIN. Mismatched. Fine. Kind of clean. Sigh. Good enough.
My oldest is hitting the age where she needs to shower more often. I strongly encourage her to do so. When I say strongly…this means there is sometimes always stomping feet and slamming doors. First to get her to get in, then to get her out, then to get her to dry her hair? WTH! Fighting with a pre-teen. That’s healthy. Must remember, I am the adult.
Pimples are starting. Ug. I remember wanting to hide in my room all day because of one little zit. Full confession, sometimes I still do. Dear Daughter doesn’t seem to care? Huh? Thankfully, she has not been teased or tortured. YET. I want to help her avoid those moments of pain if I can. I have bought her every fabulous face wash I can find and a bunch of pretty wash cloths to encourage face washing while trying to “keep it light”. I don’t want to turn it into a big deal. Today, before she went to school…I offered to put cover-up on one of those zits. Parent fail.
It is official. I am screwing up my kids.
Maybe I should let them start a blog to b*tch about me.
It’s gonna be cheaper then therapy.
Im a walking contradiction to my girls as well…they are doomed
There is no perfect parent. Children don’t come with manuals! We do the best we can the best way we know how. As long as they are loved and cared for and you are teaching and training them they will be fine. Keep your head up Mommy!
OH girl, it’s okay, we’re all screwed up anyway. Bless our hearts! ha ha ha!
I notice my kid saying things and then I’m like… where in the WORLD did he hear such jaded crap… oh yeah, that’s right, he’s repeating what I said. SHudder.
Your first commenter said how hard it is to raise kids.
Ditto!
Our parents screwed us up, and we’re probably doing the same, but a little less.
Most of them will be okay…at least yours and mine. 🙂
Go easy on yourself mummy! You’re doing great!
Awe hun, you’re like the most awesome mom evar – and your girls know it, don’t fret! Well if they don’t right now, they will soon.
When they start borrowing your hot boots, your makeup, your jewellery, your car… then you’ll know 😉