Alright peeps, it is time for me to get down to the nitty gritty. Mom Guilt – or Dad Guilt – or whatever you want to call it. Almost the entire reason that I started this blog in the first place.
What am I doing as a parent? Am I doing it right? Am I one of those so called “hot mess moms”? Should there be a Buzzfeed video about all the things I have failed at? Why are we even labeling moms as hot messes? What mom (or dad) isn’t a hot mess?
I am going to make a list of some of the things I do that make me feel guilty as a mom.
Let’s talk about the car ride with a toddler. Quite possibly the easiest way to lose your mind in approximately five minutes. I thought it would be refreshing to hear some stories about real life. The good, the bad, and the VERY UGLY. I promise not to hold back.This is the story of how a simple DVD player crushed my hopes and dreams.
To start on a positive note, Henry loves his car rides in Logan’s big white truck. Also lucky for me, Logan drops Henry off at the sitter most mornings. He has a nice DVD player equipped with multiple DVD’s to keep him entertained as he drives the six miles to the sitters house or the half mile miles to my in-laws.
Why am I doing this? Does anyone actually want to read another mom blog? I have been posting about my #MomFails on Facebook lately. It breaks up the monotony of the posts of the happy smiling well dressed children in front of perfectly trimmed hydrangea bushes – this usually occurs on Easter morning or the 4th of July. And matching gingham is always involved. You know the ones that make you look at your grimy toddler with a saggy diaper screaming “I DON’T LIKE IT” while laying on the floor covered in dog hair in front of the fridge when all he wants is milk.