I wish I was a stickler instead of just pretending to be one.
It's easy to seem fussy within the margins of a viewfinder. You shove the mess to one side and focus on the part that seems calm and serene. It's an illusion.
You can't fool yourself into thinking you are organized and disciplined, however, or that you aren't failing at the basics.
You tell yourself it doesn't matter, but you aren't convinced.
You tell yourself tomorrow will be different.
Tomorrow they will brush their teeth after breakfast.
They will eat more protein and fewer sweets.
He will change his socks and she will go to bed on time ...
Even if you have to force them.
Tomorrow you will be more of the mother they need you to be, and less of the one that you are.
Because underneath the Pick-Your-Battles parenting style you've adopted, you know you are picking all the wrong ones.
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