We all have our moments of parenting failure. Do you have cool mom moments? Cool dad moments? What do they look like?
Today I had an atrocious headache. I finally resorted to taking some painkillers, and all I felt like doing was sitting on the couch sitting vacantly at the closest screen. Heck, even a wall would have done the job. Of course, being the parent of a preschooler means that you’re not really allowed to be out of commission for long.
In desperation, I must confess to grabbing the closest bar of chocolate (ok, there was only one) and saying to my daughter, “Hey, let’s eat chocolate and watch television for a few minutes!” This was greeted by a great hurrah, and I gained many cool mom points. Of course, if we did this every day I think that the cool mom points would be outweighed by the health implications, but I digress. Twenty minutes in, we were interrupted by our neighbors inviting us over for dinner, thank goodness.
When are you a cool mom (or dad)? I’m a cool mom when I go out and yell in the rain or splash in puddles, getting really wet and muddy. I’m a cool mom when we go out for a sushi treat unexpectedly, or when we eat breakfast for dinner. I’m especially cool when I leap and roar around the bedroom and growl so loudly that the neighbors look at me a little askance later that day. I’m not so cool when I set the oven on fire and do the leaping and roaring then, though. And I’m a cool mom when I invite snakes to my daughter’s birthday because she really likes them, and the person brings ten snakes instead of two and I have a living room full of happy children, snakes, and cake.
What are your cool mom moments?