sunday confessions

Some of us like to think of ourselves as super dads or moms. We're fully devoted to raising, along with our spouses/partners, smart, happy and confident children. Only problem is we're humans. We're not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. Luckily, most of us recognize this and learn from our mistakes. It's part of the learning experience that comes with the job of dad, or mom.

To repent my parenting sins, I bring you Sunday Confessions. What did I do this week that could have potential screwed up my kid? What did I do to remedy it, if at all? What did I learn from it? Some are minor infractions. Some are major. Either way, I'm laying them all out for you, the readers. We're not really church-going people anymore, so this will have to do.

*I'm stepping into the confessional booth (actually, I'm sitting in a chair and Disney Playhouse is playing on the television, but it'll work).

 Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned...

On Wednesday, Z-Dub's first day back to school after a long vacation, I woke up and rushed to get us ready and out of the house on schedule. Just as we were heading out of the door I realized that I forgot to brush Z-Dub's teeth. I paused a moment and quickly contemplated whether I should take him upstairs to brush his teeth or skip it altogether. Since this is a confession, you can probably guess what I did. Yep, I skipped it. I dropped Z-Dub off at school with stinky breath and unclean teeth. It didn't set a very good example for him and I regret it. Also, he'll never get a girlfriend with rancid breath. The ladies don't like that. To make brushing his teeth during a rush more convenient in the future, I'm going to get another toothbrush and toothpaste and put it in the downstairs bathroom.

Yesterday Z-Dub was in a foul mood in the afternoon after his nap. We couldn't figure out why. But he was clingy, whiny and defiant in everything he did. After dinner I was trying to clean up and take care of a few things and he kept latching onto my leg. I was getting fed up, so after numerous times of having to pry his freakishly strong arms off my leg, I decided to ingore him and walk wherever I needed to go. His little body was flung all over the place until he finally lost his grip and fell to the floor. Don't worry, he wasn't injured. I probably could of handled it a different way, but after hours of his ridiculous behavior, my patience was gone. It was mean, I will try not to do it again in the future.

Also yesterday, in the midst of Z-Dub's foulness, under my breath I said he's acting like a "little prick." That was just uncalled for and cruel. At least he didn't hear me though.

Now it's your turn. What parenting sin did you committ this week that you'd like to confess? Come on, get it off your chest.