It’s okay not to be perfect
This is my first post on this blog, so I’m not completely sure who will see this or how well I’m going to do, but here it goes.
- I’m a bad mom. Not in the way some people think. I don’t hurt my kids, I’m not mean to them, I don’t neglect them. They are very happy and have everything they could ever want. But I don’t walk a straight line. I don’t feed my kids organic health foods, I feed them what they like. Which is usually full of cheese and/or bacon. They aren’t in a million extra curricular activities. My daughters idea of baseball is taking a bat and hitting my walls, and her idea of dance is banging her head to some heavy metal. My son just started pre-K and the whole family was taking bets on how long until he got sent home for bad behavior. As I’m typing this, my 2 year old is yelling “Get off your fucking phone” (yes she got in trouble for that). What is the point of all of this? I MAY NOT BE PERFECT, BUT THEY ARE HAPPY. I’m raising good kids who have perfect manners and don’t act out when we go in public. They’re happy and that is all I ever wanted. I don’t mind being bad.















