CONFESSIONS OF A FACEBOOK FAILURE: Year 2

Day 11:  I used to panic if my little princess wasn’t presented in anything but the perfect shade of pink.  The shimmer on the shoes, matched the sparkle on the shirt, matched the tasteless, but trendy tutu, every…single…time.  I even had pacifiers in a palette of perfect shades of silly, just to illustrate my idiocy and my perceived proficiency in parenthood.

Things looked pretty.

Even my super sitter used to tease me for taking the time for the perfect part for my princess’ crown before presenting her for play time at 7-freakin-o’clock in the morning.

“Just bring her over in something comfy, Kate,” she’d suggest.

Fast forward six years and two more monsters…

…and this is how I left my littles at our beloved babysitter’s this morning.

And it was WAY past 7am.

There is no longer any perception of pretty or proficiency in my parenting.

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