I haven't written for a few of months, due to a combo of writer's block, laziness and nanny drama
( which has since been resolved) but the WSJ essay, "Why French Parents Are Superior", got me to crack open my laptop and vent a little. After reading the article, I'm still not quite sure what makes the French superior parents, except that their kids sit quietly at restaurants.
In my world, I do what I can to get through the day, and if that means getting take out from Schelssingers, or bribing Max with a lollipop to get into his stroller, then that's what I'm going to do. And furthermore, if feeding my son goldfish after 4pm, is a pre-cursor to a misbehaved kid, well I risk my chances. Honestly the article wasn't too critical of American parenting styles, I was a bit oversensitive when I read it (a sleepless night will do that to me). However, I'm going stay away from parent handbooks for a while.Or write a book called, Instinct, Love and a Clean Tushy, because that's what parenting comes down to for me.
On a final note: I turned 36 today. I feel surprisingly optimistic. I have two goals for myself this year.
1. Live in the present. No more being nostalgic or talking/living as though my best years are behind me!
2. Get more organized. Ever since I had Charlotte, I struggle with losing stuff - phones, earrings, wallets! And I made a major screw up this week by forgetting to show up to a volunteer appointment I had. I don't want mom brain anymore, hence I need to live and die by my calendar.