There are times throughout my parenting career that I have done something, or rather, NOT done something, and felt the need to ‘confess my sins’ to a friend or my husband. I think this is ok!
For example, my husband recently discovered that the diaper Rogan was wearing was obscenely, shockingly, overwhelmingly very full of pee! As I overheard him comment about the weight of the diaper, I suddenly realized I had not changed that poor boy since 11am or so that morning. It was now bedtime, 7pm-ish.
“Oh my Gawd”, I thought, reflecting on the day and trying to remember why in the hell I had forgotten this little tid bit of my parenting responsibility. Well, it turns out, in retrospect, that I had mistakenly confused that day’s diaper schedule with the previous day. I had changed his diaper on Tuesday right before nap time, but not on Wednesday. And so my poor little Rogan had spent an almost entire day in a diaper that grew increasingly bigger and bigger, and wetter and wetter. Damn!
Needless to say, I felt terrible, neglectful even. But instead of dwelling and kicking myself for it, I apologized to Rogan and told him I would do better the next day. And I did. I think. I’m kidding.
Anyway the point is, we forget, we overlook, we zone out and lose track of the hour, the day, the year…wait is that just me?
From this point forward, I would like to officially volunteer to listen, without judgment (yeah right), to your confessions of parenting sins…perhaps we can even discuss absolution!