Who's judging?
It's Friday night. 10:20pm. My four year old son sipping away at a homemade vanilla milkshake at my side enjoying his last show for the evening. All in a Friday night's routine, I'd say. But not really. It is about an hour an twenty minutes past his normal bedtime.
His normal 9pm bedtime is considered late by most of my parenting friends' standards. One close friend of mine has her kids tucked in and sleeping by 7:30pm... we're only sitting down for dinner! I could blame it on the fact that the husband doesn't get home before 7pm ever. Or the fact that I am a natural night person (as is my husband and the kid). Or the fact that the kiddo has been trained to live my life style more suitably than one that might be better for a kid. But then I remember...
Does it really matter?
No. In this parenting business, you do what works for you. As long as you're children are happy, healthy, and not abused in any way--parent however the hell you want. I won't judge. I mean, my kid sleeps in until 9am or so in the morning. How can I beat that?
His normal 9pm bedtime is considered late by most of my parenting friends' standards. One close friend of mine has her kids tucked in and sleeping by 7:30pm... we're only sitting down for dinner! I could blame it on the fact that the husband doesn't get home before 7pm ever. Or the fact that I am a natural night person (as is my husband and the kid). Or the fact that the kiddo has been trained to live my life style more suitably than one that might be better for a kid. But then I remember...
Does it really matter?
No. In this parenting business, you do what works for you. As long as you're children are happy, healthy, and not abused in any way--parent however the hell you want. I won't judge. I mean, my kid sleeps in until 9am or so in the morning. How can I beat that?
Labels: motherhood, parenting
