I am having a hard time loving myself as a hypocrite. It seems like every other day something happens with raising kids that makes me feel this way. We try to make rules and then keep them, no gray areas, all black and white, NO exceptions..... unless it's something really important like "Ashton Extreme Sports Night". My kids wanted to go to Othello for the movie on a school night starting at 9:00 pm. The family rents out the whole theater and it's super exciting so of course the older kids can go...... but NO EXCUSES other school nights, absolutely not, are they to go out or do anything that will interfere with their much needed sleep on a school night.....
Everytime Scott says, "if I ever catch you speeding" (I think with a giggle, really?) or "if you don't get that hair cut, Im getting out the razor" (really? do we remember your hair growing up). I just gave the kids a lecture when one brought home a report card that said "is a pleasure to have in class but talks too much". TWENTY minutes I lectured on this, when the whole time in my mind I was thinking of my many report cards with this same note on it.
I guess I will have to accept that being a parent is pretty much being a hypocrite, There is no choice. Im not going to say "well I did it, go ahead". (Im sure there are parents out there that were perfect growing up and don't ever feel this way)
Marinda is in the play, she came home when she got her costume and said, it's a tank top dress. She said, I really want to be a napkin and I don't want to ask the director if I can wear a shirt under it because then he might just make me be something different. We talked for a long time, Scott said sports team uniforms and plays are fine if they won't let you wear something else. She decided in the end she did want to wear something under it. So I thought I ordered it. Didn't. Opps. The director told the girls they could wear a nude leotard under it if they wanted to, (which was awesome of him) but it never came in the mail. Looked it up, never ordered it. It was too late by then.
So we went to the first show, when she came out Scott and I were embarrassed. Her entire back was showing, Scott about fell off his chair, he was not happy seeing his 15 year old daughter dancing on stage in that dress. Sooooo we went home and ordered it, got the wrong color...... reordered it, we are hoping it will be here by (her last of 9 shows) Saturday! :( Bad Mom. After all my lecturing on modesty.... what a hypocrite!