Once a upon a time, in a land far, far, away...........in Tennessee, there lived a mom. She was a wonderful mom. She was sweet and kind and all that is good in the world. She was always happy and in a good mood. There was never a cross word to anyone, especially her children. She was always upbeat and pleasant. She never raised her voice or became angry. She always knew the perfect thing to say. Her even temperament was something to be admired.
There was also a good fairy. The good fairy provided an endless supply of money, so the sweet wonderful mother never had to work. She was able to stay home with her children and simply be a perfect mother. She always helped her children with their homework, and made sure they had a healthy snack every afternoon when they came home from school.
How was this mother able to be so perfect? Her perfect children of course. They never left messes for the perfect mother to clean up. The always brushed their teeth without being told. The PM never had to remind her children to finish their homework.
Her children were never crabby or tired. This is because they always went to bed on time and got plenty of rest. They ALWAYS did their chores without being asked and even did extra chores simply to help the PM.
The PM cooked savory, yet nutritious meals every night. The perfect children cleaned their plates, and loved every meal that the PM prepared. They never complained that they didn't like something or that it looked strange.
The perfect children never got in trouble at school and their rooms were always sparkling clean.
The PM was a perfect housekeeper also. Everything was always in it's place and always clean. She cleaned her house every single day and always knew where to find anything that might be needed. She never lost or misplaced tools, toe nail clippers, shoes, keys or cell phones...............................................
If I type any more of this junk, my keyboard will disintegrate right underneath my fingers . The point of the story is that perfection might sound nice in theory, but in reality would probably be boring and is impossible anyway.
When you find yourself judging other people for their parenting choices, remember that we have all fallen short at times. We should all be encouraging and supporting each other. We should think twice about pointing out each others mistakes and short comings. Someone left a rude comment on a blog and it just fired me up when I read about it. What gives any of us the right to judge or condemn our choices as parents?
The fact of the matter is that I would love to be home with my children but I can't. I have to support them. I have to make sure they have a roof over their heads. I don't always make the best choices but I try. Unfortunately my children didn't come with a handbook. I don't know about yours....
One morning I traipsed through my living room buck naked because Sissy had borrowed my body wash and forgot to return it. This would not have been a big deal, except that Sissy had fallen asleep on the couch. She woke up and saw the whole thing. She will probably never be right again after witnessing that fine display of nudity.
Another morning I ripped all the couch cushions off and kicked them across the floor because I was running late and couldn't find my car keys.
All you perfect parents will just have to deal with us regular people who are not as perfect as you are. Maybe we can learn from your example(Insert sarcasm here)