Why I let my daughter climb up the slide

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That kid at Gymboree class who is on the floor screaming, throwing her fists in the air, and flinging her little body around like frying bacon because I told her “No.” She belongs to me.

I told her she could not climb up the slide, for no other reason that it was pissing other parents off
. They all have to correct their kids, “No, No. We go the right way.”

Whenever my kid wants to explore the slide and other climbers from the opposite side, I notice the eye rolling and little comments to their children about doing things “the right way” from the other parents.

During circle time, my daughter stands in the middle of the circle and claps, cheers, sings, and even runs and gives the teacher a hug. It’s adorable and charming, and I encourage it. The other kids are sitting on their parents laps like cute little puppets.

When she has had enough singing and dancing, my daughter runs out of the circle and back onto the play gym and dives through the tunnels and tries out all of the new climbers.

Again, I see all of the parents irritated dispositions. When I have tried to pull her back to the circle and redirect her attention to the group, she throws herself on the floor and has a full blown tantrum. All she wants to do is go-go-go on her own.

This troubled me because I want her to be happy and I don’t want to ruin the class for the other kids. I almost gave up my membership and pulled her out of class because of it.

But then one day, she was climbing up the slide again and made it to the top in all of four seconds before I could correct her, another parent said to me, “She’s got some leadership skills.”

Finally, somebody else who doesn’t want their child to be perfect.

“Exactly!” I shout, proud of my daughter. That is exactly what she’s got.

You know the fine motor skills it takes a kid to climb up the slide at only 20 months old? A lot. And my kid can do it and she does it well.

And it makes her happy and she cheers, “Hooray” when she does it, proud of her little accomplishment. I’m proud that she is curious and independent.

I am tired of hearing these wannabe perfect parents of their imperfect children talking about the “right way.”

I’m raising an explorer, an out of the box thinker, a little leader. If my kid climbing up the slide bothers you, you should probably pull that 4 foot stick out of your ass because my kid is going to lead the world into greatness someday.

The Typical Day of This Working Mom

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  • 6:19 am Sneak into the shower before toddler wakes up and get ready for work.
  • 6:45 am Wake up toddler who cries under her blankets, “No!”
  • 6:48 am Get toddler dressed and brush teeth.
  • 6:54 am Sing songs with toddler.
  • 7:05 am Give toddler breakfast.
  • 7:06 am Toddler throws her eggs because she wants a waffle.
  • 7:09 am Gives toddler a waffle.
  • 7:13 am Toddler takes two bites and says she is all done. Asks toddler if she wants a banana or yogurt. She refuses.
  • 7:19 am Argues with toddler about wearing shoes while toddler hides under the kitchen table.
  • 7:25 am Wrestles toddler into the car seat. Runs and grabs laptop and purse and gets back into the car.
  • 7:27 am Toddler screams because she wants to drive.
  • 7:29 am Puts on Pandora Radio Disney to soothe toddler.
  • 7:31 am Pulls out of the driveway.
  • 7:34 am Half-way to daycare, Realizes wallet is at home; Turns around to go home and get it.
  • 7:39 am Toddler asks for banana in her demanding screechy voice.
  • 7:41 am Goes inside to get wallet and banana. Toddler takes one bite of the banana and draws on the window with it. Toddler ignores moms yelling.
  • 7:43 am Back on the road to destination daycare!
  • 7:50 am Walks toddler into daycare classroom. Toddler wraps herself around Mama’s legs and screams, “No go Mama!” Tries to divert her attention to other things…
  • 8:01 am Running to the car after sneaking out on toddler.
  • 8:02 am Wipes banana marks off of the window.
  • 8:34 am Arrives at work, gets a cup of coffee and before returning 11 missed calls on the work cell phone.
  • 8:35 am-3:45 pm Drives like a mad woman from place to place visiting work accounts.
  • 3:45 pm Realizes lunch has passed and eats half of a Panera salad or sandwich in the car.
  • 4:15-5:00 pm Wraps up work related paperwork and day.
  • 5:00-5:45 pm Rushes to daycare to get toddler before they close at 6:00 pm.
  • 5:49 pm Toddler runs to hug and kiss Mama. Some days she runs out of the door and others she cries because she does not want to leave. Today she does not want to leave.
  • 5:51 Bribes toddler with snacks to go home.
  • 5:55pm Toddler demands promised snack, specifically a hot one like mashed potatoes or pizza. Toddler settles for animal crackers or freeze dried apples. Drives home.
  • 6:08 pm Arrives home. Starts preparing dinner in between bathing toddler.
  • 6:30 pm Lets toddler watch her shows while preparing dinner.
  • 7:15 Dinner (husband usually arrives home at this time).
  • 7:45 Plays with toddler.
  • 8:00 Toddler has the entire family room covered in toys. Helps the toddler put all toys away.
  • 8:15 Toddler brushes teeth and reads a story.
  • 8:30 Puts toddler to bed.
  • 9:00 Toddler is still awake and singing. Goes to check on toddler, toddler is naked and has peed in bed.
  • 9:15 After changing sheets and toddler, puts toddler to bed again.
  • 10:00 pm Toddler is officially asleep.
  • 10:00 Watches Netflix.
  • 10:15 Momma is asleep. Repeat daily.

8 Questions NOT to ask Working Moms 

I’ve probably said half of these things to people before I had kids. Before I realized, that trying not to wake up a kid while we get ready for work, is like trying not to wake a sleeping lion while blowing an air horn.

Between getting dressed and brushing our teeth, and the toddler (who is now awake) who must put tooth paste on her tooth brush four times so she can wipe it on the wall, we are perpetually late.

We are always rushing, always juggling and always running marathons to make it to work, and arriving less than fifteen minutes late.

Sometimes we just need support from others, not condescending questions and guilt trips. You can start by not asking us any of these questions:

1. “But can’t your parents just watch the kids?”

No. They can’t, and they won’t. Watching kids is a full-time gig, not to mention it is exhausting.

Some of us have young parents who are not retired.

While some of us are lucky enough to have parents who are retired and are enthusiastic to give up their leisure days and take on a second round of raising children, most of us aren’t that lucky.

Some parents are done raising kids and want to travel or golf, or just watch Netflix.

Our parents barely want to babysit our kids (probably because they are insane). And that’s okay. They are our responsibility, not our parents.

2. “But isn’t daycare so expensive? How is it worth it?

I hate explaining this one. By the time my daughter is five, I will have spent over $55,000 on daycare. I agree, it should be in her college fund instead. But it won’t be, especially if I don’t work.

Yes, even though it costs “more than college,” it doesn’t cost enough for me to quit my job.

Let’s say I spend $1,000/month for my daughter to attend a leading brand daycare in NJ full-time, roughly 45 hours per week. Let’s just say there are 4 weeks in a month and she attends a total of 180 hours, that comes to $5.55 an hour for child care. What babysitter is going to work for that little? How about a nanny? I don’t think so.

 $5.55 sounds like a stellar deal now, doesn’t it? 


3. “Can’t you just get another job when the kid(s) start school.

Um, no. I did not bust my ass going to graduate school and establishing a career while investing a decade into a company that provides me with awesome amounts of vacation time, a pension and 401k just to start over again in ten years when I’d be in my 40’s.

Maybe someday, when my kids have kids, I’ll be able to retire and help out so that my kids can get the break I never got. Or maybe, I’ll have no hair left by then and run.

If I were to quit my job and stay home for ten years, I’d abandon my 401k, lose my pension, and be forced to downsize our house. For my family, this just doesn’t work. And that’s okay!

4. “Can’t you just get a work from home job?

Easier said than done. People forget, working is work. Taking care of small children at home is even more work.

What would I do, plaster them in front of the television all day so that I could work? How is that better than daycare?

Being home with kids and trying to work for a company is extremely challenging.

If you know of a company that is going to pay me what I make now, in my professional field, and not care about low productivity and screaming children in the background of phone calls and teleconferencing, sign me up!

Working from home with a sick kid is rough, doing it for a living in my line of work just sounds like I’ll need to drink more.


5. “We offer dance classes on Monday’s at 10:45 am or on Wednesday’s at 3:45 pm, which works best for you?”

WTF? Who the hell thought these were convenient times for anyone? Why aren’t you open on Saturday?

Since my daughter fell in love with dancing at the open house, I now go to work at 6am so that I can leave by 3pm, grab my kid and get her dressed to dance at 3:45. It is total bullshit, but I make it happen.


6. “It must be nice to interact with adults all day and get out of the house. Do you enjoy your time?

Say what now? What part of this “time” belongs to me? Singing half-songs in the car while my work cell rings eleven times before 9 am?

Between dropping my crying child off, hugging her fifteen times before I can sneak away, commuting to work, eating lunch in my car, working diligently to come in early on Wednesday’s to finish early to rush to some crazy 3:45 pm dance class, who has time for socializing?

(See next post The Typical Day of This Working Mom | mischiefmomma https://mischiefmomma.wordpress.com/2016/10/10/the-typical-day-of-this-working-mom/)


7. “What do you mean you WANT to work and not be home with your kids?

Why do we all have to act like we desperately need the money, even if we don’t? Why am I an asshole if I say that I like having nice things and spoiling my kids.

Yeah, we could sell our nice house and cram four of us into a small apartment and live on one income in New Jersey. I think we could learn to love it, maybe.  But some of us don’t want to.

(Kudos to those that make it work, I admire you. But I like working, I choose to work.)


8. “The doctor’s hours are 9am-5pm, how does 11:45 sound?”

It sounds fucking horrible. It sounds like I would need to take an entire day off from work for a well visit.

There is usually a sign of irritation on the other end of the phone when I mention that I have a job.

I am tired of it. I am not sorry I work.

What happened to the days of not saying anything if you can’t say something nice?

How about this, if you think you need to ask a parent any of these questions, how about you just STFU instead?!!

We are not The Stepford Wives.