bad parenting day
Mostly I think I’m pretty good at this parenting thing. But there are days where “pretty good” seems like a thin cover for a lot of territory.
Today, one day after discovering that Link has been not doing work and hiding the fact, I discovered that Kiki has not been enjoying her art lessons for months now. That wouldn’t be so bad except that she was taking out her frustrations by being rude and unco-operative with her teachers. Today they pulled me aside to tell me that either something needed to change or they needed Kiki out of the class so they could give space and attention to someone who actually wanted to be there.
And then on the way home from that lovely meeting Patches told me “Owie Stinky”. Smell confirmed his diagnosis and I promised to change him when we got home. I got distracted and didn’t. 40 minutes later when poor Patches was standing in the front room crying because the rash hurt so bad, I finally changed the diaper and treated the rash. He was snuggly grateful when it was done and I was horribly guilty.
I’m writing all of this in a public entry, not because I’m seeking reassurance of my parenting skills, but because there should be public evidence that even parents who do stuff mostly right can mess up big time. Now I just need to fail Gleek and the set will be complete.