I'm not that great of a parent. Not when you consider my parenting fails.
I'm probably an okay dad, in the whole "good time guy" way some dads are. I get along with my kids, we like to horse around and goof around and get around ooh ooh I get around! (God I'm old.) But I yell too much, and I say "no" too much, and I say "don't do that" too much, and my five-year-old definitely prefers his mom. After all, I'm the bad cop.
But sometimes my bad parenting actually works out. Some of my parenting fails are actually kind of wins!
I made a list things I do wrong as a parent but that actually make my sons happy so who cares... besides me, ten years from now, when my instant gratification policy has turned them both into monsters.
My Nine Best Parenting Fails
- Skipping the Bath - I hate bath time. My five-year-old hates it too. Well, he hates getting in it, but then he also hates getting out of it, because five-year-olds are INSANE. Sometimes I wish kids could shed their skin like snakes.
- Giving in to Snack Requests - Sometimes you just need them to shut up.
- Swearing in Front of Them - I don't swear in front of my kids anywhere near as much as Mom and Buried does, but it happens. It's not too big a deal, or at least it won't be until he throws down an f-bomb at school. But so long as we stress that swears are "adult words," it's no harm no foul. (This is what I keep telling myself.)
- Giving in to Dessert Requests - Sometimes you just need them to shut up.
- Showing Them Inappropriate Movies - Sometimes you just need them to shut up. And you've run out of animated movies. And you're desperate to watch something you actually enjoy. And you're desperate to show them something you love. When I was a kid, I saw a lot of movies that would be deemed inappropriate today, and I turned out totally fine SHUT UP.
- Giving in to Screen-time Requests - Sometimes you just need them to shut up.
- Taking Them to Bars - Half of our weekend is spent at bars, and since we're good people who love our children and who can't afford babysitters, we bring them along! Not to dive bars, but to beer gardens, and breweries, and pubs. In Brooklyn this is not out of the ordinary. In fact, it's one of the best parts! Last weekend, we went to Threes Brewing for lunch and The Hammer was like the eighth baby in there. Detective Munch consistently asks to go to our favorite beer garden - where he and his friends play in the dirt alongside tons of other children while me and my friends drink craft beers - and often requests a visit to another favorite bar because he loves their burgers. Come football season, every Sunday will be a funday, for me and my kids! America FTW!
- Skipping Teeth-brushing - They're still baby teeth, he'll be fine. Besides, I'm drunk.