I got a kick out of this video. Hope you do too.
I am not proud of it, but I am guilty of every one of these scenarios. I am also guilty of the following:
When the girls were little, I used to make up stories about a semi-fictional character named Barbara Smolinsky, who went to grade school with me. Every story was meant to teach a lesson. I referred to these stories as the Barbara Smolinsky Parables.
One Christmas Eve, Barbara got up in the middle of the night and snuck down the stairs to take a peak at her gifts. The next morning when the family went down to open their gifts, the only one who didn't get presents was Barbara Smolinsky. She never fessed up and her family still wonders why Barbara never got presents that year.
Barbara's Senior Picture
Another time, Barbara lied to her Mom and didn't brush her teeth for a whole week. When she bit into her PB&J at lunch, two teeth fell out. They never grew back.
There are many more BS (no pun intended) stories, but I won't bore you.
#1 and #2
The OJ Years
Another thing that I am not proud of is having my girls, at ages 22 months and 3 months old, watch every minute of the entire OJ trial with me. The Mister had no idea I had the trial on all day. One of my #2's first words was OJ. Every time she said OJ, the Mister poured her another glass of juice. I never let on.
That's enough cleansing of my soul.
Now it's your turn.
What Mom guilt do you carry?
Until next time...