Hubby has been on a crazy schedule lately, and on many evenings, the kids and I have to fend for ourselves as far as family entertainment is concerned. While I stick by my decision that there will be no family jousting tournament held in the living room without Hubby present, it leads to evenings where the kids and I can watch stuff on TV that Hubby would rather staple his own eyelids shut than watch...
... like
Nanny 911. Oh yes, the kids and I LOVE this show. And
Wife Swap. There's just something about watching completely outrageous families and their crazy behavior that my family absolutely loves.
I came to realize after watching these shows that I'm the right amount of bitch to never have to worry about my kids being disastrous enough for
Nanny 911, but not bitchy enough to make it on
Wife Swap. What's up with that?
I watch these women on
Nanny 911 and I see how absolutely different I was as a mother of young kids than they are. Yes, I understand these shows only get the extreme cases to keep viewership numbers high, but I sit back now and really look at how I could have probably been called a really bitchy mom when my kids were younger... or hell, even now.
For one, I
love my personal space.
LOVE IT. Yes, I held my children as babies, yes, I still hold my babies to this day if they want to be held. Yes, my kids have slept in the bed with me, but hell no, they did not sleep with me a lot. The kids and I watched an episode of
Nanny 911 last night where the mother hadn't slept in her own bed since her son was born... and he was
5 years old. She slept with him in his bed while the family dog took up residence next to the husband in bed. Oh HELL no, I love my bed too much. And how am I supposed to get my freak on with a kid in the bed? Oh double HELL no.
Now pause for a second. I'm not speaking ill of attachment parenting in any way, shape, or form. I'm just