Okay, I’ll admit it: I’m (most likely) a horrible mom. I complain about basic baby care, and I let my 10 month old chew on expensive television remotes. I also let him watch television; specifically, the Muppets. Some of my loyal readers will remember a time when Clark monster was obsessed with Katy Perry. Sadly (or, gratefully? I can’t decide), that ship has sailed. Clark has moved on to bigger, more obnoxious things, like The Muppets with Jason Segel and Amy Adams. No, Clark does not like the Muppets themselves. He refuses to watch any other version of the Muppets. However, with The Muppets, I am guaranteed – at least – an opening credits and dance number worth of sanity.
And I’m done fighting Clark about it. I surrender. In the past 48 hours, I’ve spent at least 12 listening to The Muppets. Clark doesn’t even “watch” the movie; he just uses the songs as a soundtrack to his play routine.
And, despite The Muppets positive influence on Clark’s neediness, I am still exhausted. I wonder if I’m doing the right thing by keeping the television on and the toys plentiful. Should I be on the ground with him at all times? Should I be encouraging independent play time? Does Clark need baby friends? I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows. And I don’t believe anyone who acts like they’re doing a better job than everyone else. If there’s anything the Internet has taught me, it’s that both SAHMs and working moms are full of shit. They spend 86% talking about parenting, 9% of the time sleeping, and the remaining 5% interacting with their children. So, whatever. I don’t care about impressing anyone with Clark’s “routine”. He’s a baby. He does what he wants. The end.