Just today, I discovered a new perk for being a parent. Are you ready to get in on this action? I knew you would. Here it is: You get to feel like a failure, in some way, almost every day. Isn't that great? Instant humility! Without effort. Sweet!
It's like instant coffee only not as stimulating.
Now here's where people who've yet to see my parenting in action can leave all sorts "you're an awesome mommy" comments. Go ahead. It'll be sincere 'n stuff. This is also where the perfect parenting people, or social workers, can leave patronizing comments about how my cynicism and negative attitude will undoubtedly ruin the self esteem of my endearing Yahoos. "You're a great mommy, and you're doing a great job, even though we've never met, but here's the flip side of what you're doing...." Maybe my Yahoos don't even have a self esteem to ruin. It's possible, you know.
On a brighter note, I had a great weekend! So great was the weekend, that reality is looking all the more real. And guess what? While getting off in Salt Lake, I discovered that the pilot on my plane was a long lost friend. In the which I jumped into the cockpit to present hugs and freak out the plane people. Terrorism has totally ruined everything. Can't even jump into a pit de cock to hug someone.