So I'm upstairs trying to mainline coffee while watching the news and checking my email, and I catch this snippet from the maniacs below:
J (10)- "She's a good mom."
H (6)- mumbling something I can't make out
J- "No, she's a really good mom. She's just... well, she's.... she's just...."
While I do have quite a few areas of paranoia and my fair share of neurosis, I really don't consider myself a restrictive parent.
My kids aren't allowed in our (backwoods, small looped, minimally traveled) street, but they're free to roam the thick woods on our property, climb trees, play in rock pits, and jump in the (netted) trampoline unsupervised.
They can't cook on the stove, but they use the microwave and toaster regularly.
They watch cable tv and use the internet and play video games.
They get plenty of junk food.
I've even been feeding them non-organic eggs!
They're allowed to play with toy guns (which I tried to avoid until a few years ago).
I let them eat cold pizza.
The girls wear skirts and tank tops around the house in February.
They sleep with cats on their pillows.
They do cartwheels in the house.
They own Heelys.
I play music with foul language and suggestive lyrics around them.
Most of the time, I think I'm a pretty damn lenient parent. I know plenty of people who think I'm nuts (for various reasons).
So where is my 6yo getting the idea that I'm paranoid?
I wonder if she's been playing Garbage's "I Think I'm Paranoid" on Rock Band. I bet that's something I should know.
WTF, me. #solareclipse2017
21 hours ago