Paci Fairy: I think it is safe to say my son is off the paci-sauce. Sometimes, when I am putting him to bed, he says "Maybe Paci Fairy bring me new paci?" And that makes my heart bleed a little bit. Because of course there is no paci fairy. I just threw it out because I'm afraid of being judged by my son's daycare provider.
And speaking of being judged, this same two-year-old child of mine recently joined me on a shopping trip to Target, and after a noble attempt at saying "no," I let him play with my phone in the checkout aisle. Oh, the looks I was given! The haughty, shaming looks I received from strangers who believe two is too young for screen time! Or, maybe I just imagined those looks because of the guilt I feel allowing my son to use my phone, iPad, and watch TV everyday. Is he getting stupider? Am I ruining America by allowing this to continue? I don't know.
See, this is why I haven't been blogging. My mind is not in a funny place. It's in a weird, shame-spiral place that can only be attributed to the intense pressure of the holidays and merriment. Which brings me to update 2:
Holly-Jolly Jerkface: It is Day 2 of the "Secret Snowflake" exchange at my work and I have received two gifts from someone I do not know, and who I'm guessing does not know me. When I find these gifts, my heart rate goes up and I feel really nervous. I take the package back to my classroom and open it like I'm disarming a bomb (assuming bomb-disarmers close their eyes and squeal while disarming bombs). The whole thing just really weirds me out. Am I alone in this?
Regardless, I am happy to report that in two days I have not received junk food or a coffee mug. So maybe my Secret Snowflake reads this blog! That would narrow the field quite a bit.
And now I must go.
Only nine days until Christmas, everyone!!!
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