I spent some time this weekend ruminating about things that will make me a less than ideal parent. I know that this list is likely to expand radically once I see what is entailed. But here are some thoughts.
1) I don’t particularly like to eat vegetables. I am going to have to learn to love them, but they are expensive and take a long time to clean and cook and often don’t taste good.
2) I do like to eat sugary food. Maybe I can eat my pop tarts at work? Ok, I don’t eat them often, but ice cream and pudding? Yes!
3) I like to watch TV. Last week I was reading something by a single mother in which she broke her arm patting herself on the back for only rarely turning on the TV. To that I say: hahahaha. I will be watching television. And reading books, and going to the park. No television is a deal-breaker for me. I had enough TV rationing when I was growing up.
4) I am very impatient: yesterday some dumb woman decided to see if she could “get away with” [her words] getting on the bus with an open stroller with her groceries and baby items strewn all over it. They NEVER let you on the bus with an open stroller—the busses are too small and the strollers are too big. So she spend 5 minutes blocking the back door re-organizing her things. If she had run up at the last minute, that would have been different, but she had spent 5 minutes sitting on the ground blocking the sidewalk acting like a moron. I thought I was going to have to kick her out of the way when I was getting off the bus. Inconsiderate b*tch.
5) I curse quite a bit. See above.
I know that these things are not deal-breakers. But I keep thinking back to some psychic from my 20’s who said that I would harm my daughter. This was a friend of some fellow student at the time and I can’t believe I sat still for any kind of reading, since I don’t go for that crap. The whole thing is very aggravating and since I still remember it 16 years later, a bit traumatic. Bastards. There’s another problem—excessive credulity.
