Now that we’re nearing the end of the year, it’s time to cleanse my soul of
all most of my transgressions this past year. I am certainly not perfect and the following admissions will attest to that.
I have been known to buy toys in the 3+ age group for my 18-month toddlers.
When I forget to wash their face before we head to daycare in the morning, I have been known to give them a “spit shine” before we get out of the car.
I have invoked the “five-second-rule” when a key piece of food falls to the floor during feeding.
I have called TheMonk “Swee’Pea” and Swee’Pea “TheMonk”. I have also called Nutmeg “TheMonk” and “Swee’Pea”. I have also called my wife “Swee’Pea” (but, thankfully, not “TheMonk”).
When I haven’t brushed my kids teeth before bed I think, “These are just their baby teeth. They still have a do-over.”
One time, I knew TheMonk had a poopy diaper before we left for daycare and I pretended I didn’t know so I wouldn’t have to change it.
I once told TheMonk and Swee’Pea that their yogurt was “all gone” because I wanted to finish it myself.
Finally, I have told them I love them but the truth is, words cannot describe how I feel each and every time I lay eyes on them.
Aaah. That was very liberating. You should try it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my kids need their faces washed.