Here it is- confessions of a good enough mother. Because slacker is such a strong word.
I admit it. I use nearly-rotten bananas in smoothies and quickly hide the skins in the compost container. Just so the kids don’t see what grossness they are actually drinking.
I also own up to the fact that when playing hide and seek, I will use the time I count slowly to twenty, as well as the time I painstakingly pretend to look for the kidlets, to do various household chores and other odds and ends. Or I use it to just breathe steady and remember that bedtime is almost here.
Yes, I do skip pages when reading at bedtime. This tactic is on its last legs as Littlest One is herself now reading. It was such a lovely trick.
Sometimes I forget to pick my children up from their after-school activities; and I have left a child behind. Occasionally. Don’t judge me because I am absent-minded.
I have been known to stealthily finish piano homework with my children while the lesson is in progress. Just so we can get the sticker and call it a wrap.
Our kids sometimes eat cereal as their main meal.
Pretty well every one of my children wears socks with holes in them. Then again, so do I.
I take my kids to the pool primarily so I can sit in the hot tub.
I am reading this, that or the other while they are on the ice, or playing at the park or when I should be putting them to bed. I try to time looking up when they are skating by.
I am perpetually late for everything. E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.
I brush my two youngest darling daughters hair as soon as they get to school. Thank goodness I teach Littlest One or her hair would never get brushed.
And I buy fries at the rink every Wednesday, just because. Easy-peasie.
Am I a slacker? Or is this the new normal?
I have to say. Being mediocre makes me a better mama. Because there is more to life than perfection. And mediocre helps me to remember this.
“I’m smart enough. I’m good enough. And dog-gone it…the kids love me!”