I am sitting here blogging. I WAS organizing my two months of coupons. When I heard "Moms need to..." and "women should..." The toddler is feeling ill (due to some shots) and is sleeping quietly on the couch. The TV is on low because when the toddler is sick she can do whatever she wants, like watch 3 hours of TV. But the shows are over and its a talk show or something and that is when I heard yet someone else telling me what I should be doing.
I am a little tired of it. Not in an angry-tired. Just a real had enough-tired. I am tired of "people" telling me what I need to do. What kind of mom I should be. And even how to raise the toddler. Blah blah blah... the list goes on and on and I am sure you can relate.
Granted, there is a fine line between "chatting with other moms" and "telling other moms what to do." (Not sure why I put that in quotations but I am going to leave it. I am sure I have a reason.
Sometimes I just get frustrated. In fact, that is one reason why changed Pediatricians. Sometimes I feel like this is a race. How early can my child read? How soon can she be pottied trained? My child is 3 and is already on the fill-in-the-blank Ivy league fast start program. Do this for shyness. Try this for picky eaters. Go here for play dates. Yep, I am a mom who is border line fed up with everyone's opinions. (by everyone, I mean people on TV or the Radio etc. I don't even know them) But I guess that is the benefit of living is this land of freedom. Another benefit, I can go live in a cave and just not deal with any of this. I know just the place...
I was reading a mag in the bathroom last night. It was a parenting one and I generally enjoy this one mag. Partially because its a free subscription and partially because the articles are really good. But one of the features was how to make healthy dinners for picky eaters. We are parents to a self-proclaimed picky eater. However, I can't see myself buying salmon and greek yogurt for the child to "try". I know myself enough to know that if she wants to eat string cheese all day, I will say no after two sticks... and lovingly watch from a distance as the tantrum unfolds. I might even pop a bag of popcorn for it. And I am not going to grind up sugar snap peas and mix it with Mint and pasta for toddler treat. Nope. Not me. Not this mom.
So in case there are no more posts from me after a month and a day, you can assume I went to a cave. To not be told what to do or how to raise this child. To not feel like she has to be at a certain level at a certain age. We will live off berries and dried bear meat. And mac and cheese.
Maybe I should just turn off the TV. Or not get vaccines.
ps-to defend myself, we only watch three shows via Hulu.com and it was an un-ordinary event (sickly child) which is why the TV is on during the day. And I really don't feel pressured. Thank you to my friend Kelly for this little note when I remarked that I am not a real mom yet: "