So often, I’m asked how I manage to “do it” – meaning, how I’m a mom and work and travel and do all sorts of stuff.
It’s easy: My husband is the primary caregiver. And my mother-in-law? She’s basically the third parent. (Seriously, they know they have to listen to grandma, or else their privileges are being taken away and mommy & daddy aren’t given them back.)
I’m not gonna pretend that I have anything to do with getting everything done. It takes a village, as they say, and I can’t imagine my life any other way.
In fact, if my husband hadn’t agreed to be No. 1 parent, I might not have even had children. I was never one of those people who saw children and oohed and aahed about them. I baby-sat when I was in middle and high school, but that was for money. And they usually went to bed not long after I got there, so I just watched TV and made sure they didn’t get hurt while I was there.
Watched the movie “Bad Moms” today and laughed my butt off. Of course, it was an over-exaggeration, and a stupid Hollywood comedy, and also of course had the “moral message” at the end that we all are good moms, and just think we need to be the perfect moms or whatever.
I lose my patience and I sometimes let them stay up too late and I’ve been known to feed them junk food. *Shock*. I also don’t know what books to get them in the library and assume they’ll just like the stuff I used to like at that age. I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time, but wonder if that’s really just me, or just everyone.
I’m fortunate that I have a partner who knows my limitations and takes on what needs to be taken on so I can do what I’m actually good at.
So, yeah, I’m a bad mom. But my boys love me and are thriving. So I guess I’m also a good mom.