There are days, and even weeks, when the conditions are ripe for me to make a rash of questionable parenting choices. For my family, the past two weeks have been chock full of reasons I will not be nominated for mother of the year.
I wonder if I really should have…
…taught the girls how to bet on horses
…or let them stay in the hot tub for what surely must be beyond the time limit recommended for children
…or fed them cookies for breakfast. And ice cream for dinner.
…and turned the house into a rollerblading rink yet again.
…or let them use the crutches as stilts and a walker as a jungle gym
Day-to-day protocol be damned, I say! Vacations (and post-surgery days?) are for breaking the rules, and oh, to delight the girls with a nod of the head and a knowing wink. I won’t be up for any parenting awards anytime soon, but sometimes saying yes is so much more fun than saying no.