I don’t think I’m the exception to the rule when I say that when I was younger, I always said I was going to be the “cool” parent. When I think about that now, I shudder and know that I’m officially old. I try not to forget what it’s like to be a kid, or a teenager. It’s difficult and they’re years that I would not go back to, except maybe to tell my younger self not to bake your face off in the sun, because you’ll be paying for that when you’re in your 30′s. Also, get off your fat ass, you lazy whore. Your thighs will thank me for this later. Trust me.
We went to Musikfest on Saturday because we were able to score some babysitting a la Grandma. Musikfest is one of those things that I’ve always loved to go to, and look back on fondly, as it was a way to catch up with people I might not have seen in a while. I’m sad to say that it’s now just jammed packed with white trash, and lots of people who dragged their kids out way past bedtime. This is the part of me that’s old, because I saw hundreds of strollers with young kids and babies who just looked miserable. It’s crowded, it’s smoky, it’s loud as hell, and mostly, it was 10PM. I love showing my kid off, with the best of them, but there are some things that I almost never deviate from, not even when we’re traveling, and that’s bedtime. To me, one day of showing off in a venue like that, is just not worth the risk of dealing with the fallout for the next few days. The Mini, he’s a creature of habit when it comes to bedtime, and that suits me just fine. Maybe that makes me anal retentive, but I don’t care. Kids need the structure of having a set bedtime, especially when they’re babies and toddlers. Older kids, can get away with it, and I’m not going to be that parent that doesn’t let the Mini stay up past bedtime now and then on special occasions, but now? I’d rather jam an oar in my no no hole, sideways than deal with tantrums.