Confessions of One Bad Mother

Dear Readers,

I have decided to write a series of blogs highlighting my true confessions as the bad mother I sometimes tell myself I am because of the "terrible" thoughts I have related to the daily necessary actions of what it takes to be a "good mom".  Some of you might be offended by these because you personally find enjoyment and fulfillment in these acts or disagree with my perspective and philosophy around them. I think that's perfectly normal and I promise we can still be friends.  Your joy and mine look different.  I have a feeling that regardless of whether you can relate to these scenarios or not, our kiddos will turn out perfectly imperfect just as we planned.

Confession #1:

I would rather do anything but lay in Aaden’s bed at night and rub his back.  I’m not sure if it’s the act of crawling up to the top bunk or that I could think of 101 million OTHER things I need to be doing all the while all I want to be doing is sitting on the couch in my PJs watching something trashy on Bravo like Vanderpump Rules.  Despite my deep, internal desire to run out of the room and pretend that I cannot hear anything he is saying, 9 times out of 10 I lay in bed with him, rubbing his little back.  When I have finally done this long enough and he releases me from this torture, usually six glasses of water are requested and an ice pack to chill his face because it’s definitely not hot due to the 12 blankets that I have very strategically(per his request) tucked him into.  “Don’t forget” the night light in my room mom!”.  “Is the hallway light on?”  “will you be staying downstairs while I fall asleep?” “can I have another drink of my water?”  “I love you mom!”  “I’ll see you tomorrow, mom”.  “mom, you still out there?”...