Isn’t it funny how all of those things that I said I would never ever do have been (or are being done) as I speak?

 This becoming an adult thing is way different than I had originally imagined it. I mean, really and truly, no high powered career, no unlimited cash flow, and of course, no perfect parenting. But you know what? I think my kids are turning out just fine, so who needs that stuff anyway?

I’m pretty sure that I said that I wouldn’t let the TV parent my kids (as I’m typing this, they are watching The Lion King), or that my children would never eat McDonald’s. I think I recklessly proclaimed once that I would only use organic cleaning products and that my house would always be perfectly clean.

What the heck was wrong with me? Why did I set these limits on myself? Just so I would break them and feel like a failure? Am I only comfortable failing?

Perhaps I’m some self loathing person under all of this positivity. Or perhaps I am just trying to set the bar extra high. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I have two awesome boys, who are becoming amazing people, despite my parenting fails.

And that victory is way better than being perfect. Am I right?