Here is how I know I won't be winning any "Mom of the Year" awards:
- Joshua's Legos have completely taken over our dining room. You can't even eat at the table, there are so many Legos. We are now calling the dining room "Joshua's office."
- It really doesn't matter that we can't eat at the dining room table. We don't eat any meals together, and we rarely eat at a table.
- We almost never eat the same thing for dinner. Darrell generally fixes his first dinner around 3:00pm when he gets home from work and his second dinner around 7:00. I usually fix myself something to eat around 5:30. Caleb eats his baby stuff, and Joshua usually requests a PB&J at some point in the evening. The weekends are even more disjointed.
- We leave the TV on so long that the auto-shut-off turns it off.
- We allow our 5-year-old to watch YouTube (ok, so it's only Lego stuff, but still).
- We almost never make Joshua pick up any of his toys, and we routinely let him build complex train tracks in the foyer and down the hall upstairs. And then we leave them there for days. And we expect any guests to just step over them like we do.
- There is no set bedtime at our house.
- I do not ascribe to any laissez-faire, nature-loving, free-spirited philosophy of parenting. I am just lazy.