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Forgive me for this emotional post, but I’m in an emotional mood.

 

I have the right to be.

 

I have just laid to rest something that has been with me for almost nine years. Something that has seen me through three pregnancies and three sleepless newborn phases. Something that has seen me gain and lose sixty pounds three times over and never once judged or mocked me. Something that brought me comfort on the coldest of days and understanding after the largest of Thanksgiving meals. A constant companion to me, always forgiving, kind and supportive.

 

Today, my favorite pair of black yoga pants died.

 

I’ve known, for quite some time, that this day was coming. Last year, the seams along the ankles slowly began coming apart. I ignored the frayed edges, not wanting to admit to myself what they really meant. When the crotch began to give out a few months ago, I resigned myself to only wearing them in comfort of my own home, or at the very most with an over-sized shirt at school pick up and drop off.

 

The end was coming, I could sense it.

 

Today, I realized that the fabric, once thick and opaque was almost transparent, it had become so thin. Between the disappearing crotch, the frayed ankles and the almost non existent fabric, my precious pants were dissolving before my very eyes. I knew it was time to gather the courage to say goodbye. Holding back tears, I buried them under peeled potato skins and old crumpled up band-aids in the kitchen trash, as not to be tempted to resurrect them like that thrown away chocolate cake I simply can’t resist. I know myself well.

 

Sure, you say, there will be other black yoga pants. In fact, there are other black yoga pants in my life, nine pairs of them, to be exact. But, there are none that flare out at the bottom just like that pair did. There are are none that are slimming in the hips and flatten out my belly, but are as comfortable as loose fitting flannel pajamas. There are none that lift my ass, just so and are thin enough to wear in the heat of summer. We had history, my pants and I, and there are none that even come close to comparing.

 

I’ll continue my never ending search for the perfect pair of black yoga pants, but I know it will be futile. That kind of love just doesn’t happen twice in a lifetime. Perhaps there was something magical about them, anyway. I’m not even sure where they came from to begin with, with their lack of label and seemingly sudden appearance in my dresser drawers. It must have been the universes’s gift to me: The perfect pair of black yoga pants. A gift, but all too brief. Perhaps it would have been better to never have known perfection like that at all.

 

My friends: Love your favorite pair of yoga pants. Treasure them. Appreciate them. Line dry them. Extend their life by never actually doing yoga in them.

 

You may not want to admit it, but they won’t be around forever.

 

It’s a lesson I learned the hard way.

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I’ve been in the trenches with little kids for a while now. Car seats and Pull-Ups and picture books and plastic mattress pads and grilled cheese sandwiches have been my life for the past eight years. Slowly, one by one, those things are all making their way out of the house in return for some new things that accompany growing kids, instead of little ones. Some of those things are very good, like the ability to fend for themselves in the morning, and some are very bad,  like the fact that I am quickly becoming the most embarrassing parent in the world.

Recently, I’ve been asked by my daughter to wait inside for bus drop off instead of escorting her to the door, to change my outfit on three separate occasions and not play music while there are other kids in the house. If my own history is any indication, we have at least a decade of this crap ahead of us. Instead of moping over this development, though, I’ve decided to embrace it. If they’re going to think I’m the most embarrassing parent in the world, I will be the most embarrassing parent in the world, dammit.

Here’s what I’ve come up with so far…

 

20. Blast Broadway show tunes and belt out every last word, with the windows wide open.
 
19. Send elaborate love letters in lunch boxes.
 
18. Chaperone a field trip wearing a “Team Lily” t-shirt.
 
17. Cheer loudly and animatedly at sporting events.
 
16. Carry adorable, naked baby pictures everywhere and whip them out to complete strangers.
 
15. Talk in goofy, made-up foreign accents to their friends.
 
14. Answer the door wearing a bright green face mask and plastic shower cap.
 
13. Dance like a crazy person when 80′s music comes on in the grocery store.
 
12. Dance at all, ever.
 
11. Use silly pet names in public. Loudly.
 
10. Force them to wear matching outfits for holiday photos.
 
9. Label their clothing with smiley face hearts around their names.
 
8. Shower them in constant kisses, wherever we may be.
 
7. Pick their noses.
 
6. Welcome the bus with a fully choreographed cheer.
 
5. Yell “I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!” at the top of my lungs as the bus drives off.
 
4.  Use saliva to wipe off their dirty faces.
 
3. Wear a bathrobe and slippers to school pick up.
 
2. Maintain my blog.
 
1. Breathe. (I’m thinking that’s probably enough.)

 

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50 Lessons in Parenting Young Kids

 

1. Super glue has no place in a house with young children.
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2. Neither do Sharpie’s.
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3. There is no such thing as allowing your kid to play with your phone “just once.”
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4. Don’t use Google to diagnose illnesses. Ever.
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5. Dollar store toys cost far more than a dollar in frustration, anguish and regret.
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6. The terrible twos are bullshit. The terribleness lasts through at least age four. Or, forever.
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7. Always carry wipes, long after diaper wearing has ended.
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8. Resist purchasing character Bandaids, unless you’re prepared to buy a box a week.
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9. You can never have too many Goldfish. The crackers, not the live ones.
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10. Don’t buy bunk beds, unless you have absolutely no choice.
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11. Keep track of who gave what at birthday parties.
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12. Never stock batteries in your house, or you will be forced to make obnoxiously loud toys work once again.
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13. Buy Mr. Clean Erasers in bulk.
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14. Backup all photos. Better yet, print them.
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15. Look in the oven before you turn it on.
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16. There is no point in making beds.
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17. Accept the fact that you will turn into your mother.
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18. Always check pockets before washing clothes.
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19. There is no such thing as “running” into Target with children.
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20. Take more video.
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21. Daily baths are overrated.
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22. Find young babysitters and groom them. The less attractive, the better.
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23. Always have ample one dollar bills on hand for lost teeth and bribery.
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24. Carry plenty of emergency snacks in the car.
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25. Keep expensive cosmetics out of arm’s reach. Arm’s reach, on a stool and tippy toes.
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26. The four year old check-up is brutal.
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27. Look before you sit down to pee.
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28. Train your children to clean up all Lego’s before bed, knowing that nothing is more painful than stepping on a Lego with a bare foot at midnight.
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29. Save “no” for when it really matters.
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30. Over-apply sunscreen.
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31. Practice caution when approaching that stray raisin on the floor. It’s probably not a raisin.
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32. Never pay full price for kids clothes. They always go on sale and the expensive ones inevitably get ruined first.
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33. There’s a reason why people surprise their kids with trips to Disney: Their anticipation may kill you.
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34. Don’t take their word for it when children say they don’t need to pee before leaving the house.
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35. Lock your bedroom door.
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36. And, your bathroom one.
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37. Never open a can of soda handed to you by a child.
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38. Walk away from temper tantrums. Or, record them for future enjoyment.
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39. Upset as you may be, hair grows back.
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40. But, not on Barbie dolls, so hide the scissors.
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41. Never buy more than two pairs of shoes at once. Their feet will inevitably grow once you do.
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42. No matter how hard they promise, kids will never walk that puppy as much as you hoped.
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43. Give away the books you can’t stand reading.
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44. No child went to college with a pacifier.
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45. Don’t buy any toy that is meant to come apart, unless they can put it back together themselves.
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46. Keep a well-hidden stock of lollipops.
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47. Don’t allow Play-Doh on carpets. Or, indoors, for that matter.
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48. TV won’t really turn their brains to mush.
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49. A bathroom in a house with boys will never smell clean.
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50. It doesn’t get easier..

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10 People Who Make Parenting Harder

 

1. The person who thought fish made good carnival prizes. This is the ultimate slap in the face to a parent: You innocently bring your kid to a carnival, someplace you’d rather not be to begin with and are doing soley for the kids, and are forced to leave with a pet. A pet who you will have to feed, whose water you will have to change and whose body you will inevitably have to flush down the toilet. It’s bullshit.

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2. The obnoxious sport parent. You know, the one who doesn’t really grasp the whole “fun” concept. The one who yells from the sidelines like a four year old and challenges the umpires. The one who acts like a bigger child than the actual children participating in the game themselves. There’s always at least one. If you’re lucky, they’ll be on the other team.

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3. The rich toothfairy. A dollar a tooth was the going rate when I was a kid, and given the current economic climate, should be the going rate now. When a parent gives their kid ten bucks a tooth, it makes the rest of us look like cheapskates. Besides, should we really encourage paying big bucks for body parts? Seems like dangerous territory to me.

 

4. Mothers who dress their daughters like whores. Yes, in theory, a mother should be able to dress their child however they deem fit. The problem is that when you dress your child like a slut, my child wants to dress like a slut, too. Can’t we all agree to at least let our kids get to the teen years before they look like mini-hookers?

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5. The teacher who taught my kid that “because” is not an answer. I would have appreciated if she’d noted that it is, indeed, an answer if it comes from the parent..

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6. The Bar Mitzvah/Christening/Birthday party show-offs. When you throw your kid an obscenely over the top and perfect event, it makes normal parties look lame in comparison. Besides, the every party you throw sets the tone for the following one — who wants to compete with yourself next year?

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7. Parents who don’t effectively kill lice. Has there ever been a lawsuit over this? Is three years ago too long for me to press charges? Because I’m bitter about our lice experience.

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8. The party thrower who wires kids. Parents of young party goers buy presents, schelp kids over and help celebrate a birthday they don’t give two shits about. Serving cake when the party is over, giving candy goody bags and handing high-on-sugar kids back to them is hardly the thank you they deserve.

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9. The parent who knowingly sends their sick kid to school. We’ve all been there. Having a sick kid is inconvenient and annoying and a complete pain in the ass, but exposing that sick kid to the rest of the class is committing the worst parenting crime. You just don’t do it.

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10. The insane overachievers. Can’t we all just embrace mediocre? It’s so much easier.

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