Kid birthday parties where the parent has to stay are the worst. It’s usually two hours of awkward small talk while sitting in a tiny chair.
We’ve become entrenched in our own need to be the most right, the greatest martyr, and along the way we’ve lost our empathy.
We get consumed being chauffeur, chef and secretary for our children that we forget to just have fun with them before the time flies past.
I’d crack wise and witty about your laziness, judging how you’d rather keep your toddler distracted than have to actually engage and be present as a parent.
Judgment from other parents is obnoxiously redundant. Every decent parent already constantly questions his own parenting.
A child’s schedule can fill up quickly. How do you decide which activities make the cut?