- Breastfeed past one year. First child made it to three. Second to just over two. Still going strong with the third.
- Have an almost-three-year-old in diapers. Yep; middle child will turn three next month. Zero motivation to learn the potty.
- Co-sleep with my kids. Most nights we resemble a giant pile of meerkats.
- Give up going out/adult time (and not even care). It’s not even on my radar anymore. I genuinely don’t *want* to leave my kids at night/bedtime.
- Be sleep deprived . . . forever. Maybe just those first few months, right? Ha!
- Cry over what I would have previously thought crazy. Like watching your daughter “meet” Donald Duck for the first time.
- Lose additional brain cells with each child. My former excellent memory is gone.
- Be my child’s friend. For an interesting take on this, see Should parents be friends with their kids?
- Evolve into more Lorelai Gilmore than Annie Camden. Damn you, television parenting models!
- Have kids who misbehave in public. I don’t even know where to *begin* with this one.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
10 Things My Pre-Parenting Self Swore I Would NEVER Do
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