Bad parenting? Too strict? Not strict enough? I just hate this kind of week.
I end up not enjoying the cute things they do as much because I am feeling so wretched for the bad stuff. Wondering did I do the right thing, or knowing that I was lazy and let too much slide.
No one's parents are perfect. As you get older you realize some faults in your parents, most are small and you just try to learn from them. Occasionally, one might see a battle that needs picking. But after a day like today, and realizing the pressure of last minute parenting decisions and having to do them for 18 years. I say if our parents want to run through the streets naked, eating chocolate covered whatever on a stick, while playing a banjo. Then let them! They have earned the right to have some eccentricities! And I plan on stacking them up if I ever succeed that far!
Sorry for the rant. Just one of THOSE days...