I’m beginning to think that the person who came up with the phrase “never make the same mistake twice” wasn’t a mom. I make lots of mistakes–tons–some of them multiple times. It’s like I’m living in my own personal Groundhog Day-the Bill Murray kind, not the six more weeks of freaking winter kind. (Well, I’m living that too, but I digress.)
Here’s a look into the mistakes I’m making just about daily:
Homework– Why, oh why, do I wait to sit down with my daughter to start her homework on the night before it’s due? She gets her packet every week on Monday and it’s due on Friday. And every week, I put it off until Thursday night to go over it with her. Cue the tears. For both of us. It doesn’t help that I don’t like to do the homework either. But there’s gotta be an easier way for a working family to get it done before everyone is so stinking tired. Don’t even get me started on trying to explain math, because…math.
Eating sugar way too late-A kid full of carbs and sugar one hour before bedtime equals disaster. I know this, and yet, I often give in to the cries of “But I didn’t have any tessert yet!” How can I resist? She calls dessert “tessert!” It’s cute. But I regret it at every bedtime. (Hangs head in shame. Frowny face.)
Morning routine-What can I say? I’ve been writing about this for years. Every day it’s the same thing. I start by cursing myself for not getting up earlier and end by racing down the driveway to catch (or miss) the bus.
Hair brushing– My daughter never wants her hair brushed. That means that I don’t bother brushing her hair until there is a family of birds living in the back of it. I tell myself that I just don’t want to deal with the screaming. I know that it’s worse if I wait, but still I wait every single time.
Making deals (AKA parenting “IF” statements)-“I will give you that sticker book IF you let me cut your bangs.” Ok Mommy. I fall for it every time. I’m a total sucker. “You get one more story IF you make your bed in the morning.” GAH! Every. Time. And it’s not even her initiating these deals! It’s me! WTF. Life is not one big game of Let’s Make a Deal, woman. Set some boundaries.
I suck at time-There’s only so much time in a day. And I’m the worst when it comes to keeping track of time. Every Saturday I have things to do. And that means I’m running around from one end of town to the other trying to fit it all in. I always say I’ll be home in time to (fill in the blank). And it never fails that while I’m out, I get a text from my husband saying I’ve been out forever and I’ve run out of time to do said blank. Why can’t I just keep track of time?! Why do I always underestimate how long it takes to drive from one place to another and back again?
I am a smart woman. I know that my life will be a million times easier if I don’t repeat these mistakes. So why is it that I keep repeating them? Am I just a wimp, destined to be stuck in this loop? I get frustrated with my inability to overcome these hurdles. It’s not as if I’ll be the perfect parent if I just fix these mistakes, but I feel like these are little things that I can actually fix.
When I look back on my daughter’s childhood, I want it to be full of fun and laughter and happiness. Not one with memories of the raving lunatic in the background. These repetitive actions make me feel like I’m that woman. Is there hope for a repeat offender like me? I hope so. My head is starting to hurt from all the banging.