But, on with the confessions.
I ignored the social protocol of a parade, and allowed my child to play in and walk down the middle of the road. (As long as they weren't blocking anybody).
I have not had clean skivvies in over a week. I just go commando, because mine seem to NEVER make it into the laundry. Kid's comes first, ya know?
I can't, for the life of me, keep my youngest from taking my oldest down in a hug hold. He pretends to hug him, but really drops to the ground in a dead weight so he can sit on him, jump on him, and pull his hair. Frequently I don't intervene, hoping one day they will work it out.