Happy Halloween! While my little monkey decides to further illustrate her passion for those damn mice from Orlando, I was myself - a bad mom. Not a bad mom from the major hit comedy "Bad Mom's", but truly a woman who has birthed a child and am not remotely an ideal person to shape another human life. She's nearly two. I get the whole terrible twos thing and I also get the fundamental reason behind the tantrums due to the frustration of not being able to adequately communicate what they want/need. My grandmother had Alzheimer's, trust me, I get it.
Apparently I am either a horrible person because my kid hits (obviously out of frustration) in private and public or I am also the worst mom because my sick child wanted to lay on the couch and watch Mickey all day and I let her. Supposedly it is my letting her watch the goddamn mouse that is encouraging her tantrum behavior.
Much like this BS election, no matter which side of the fence you stand on my conclusion seems to be the same: I am not cut out for doing this a second time. Then the next moment she is a positively adorable and sweet tiny human and it makes me second guess how horrible of a job I am doing. What's the actual truth? Am I messing her up more by not giving her a sibling for later in life or would doing another equally shitty job with a sibling be worse?
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