My Ugly Truth: I’m a Lazy Mom and I’m OK With That

If you and your kids come to my house for a play date, there will not be an elaborate plan of what the kids will be doing. There will be no slime-making or scavenger hunts. If you look at my social media accounts, you will not find Pinterest-worthy meals prepared by my children and me. Nor will you find endless pictures of all the amazing things I did with my kids that day.

The truth is that I’m not that mom. I’m a lazy mom.

Let me preface this by saying I don’t believe ANY mom is really lazy. We all work extremely hard to keep our families functioning, our kids happy and healthy, all the while trying to keep our sanity. Quite frankly, I feel that social media has created a space where we are silently (and maybe unknowingly) competing with each other to enrich our children’s lives the most.

Whether that be, every single moment of the weekend is filled with an activity specifically for the child. Or pictures of children in front of amazing ingredients, about to prepare a meal. If you are one of those moms and truly enjoy those activities, I applaud you, and I’m in awe of you. I’m just not one of those moms. I’m lazy. Let me describe what I mean.

Playtime

I’m sure this will get me in trouble, but I don’t play with my children. Well, let me rephrase that. I don’t play with them for extended periods of time. Two rounds of Candy Land is about all I can muster. I’ve been known to stack the deck so that someone wins fast. Let’s be real, that game can take forever. I’ve had rounds where my daughter and I have gone through the entire deck of cards twice! I thought I was going to scream if she pulled one more candy card.

My son loves cars and trains. So maybe I’ll sit with him, set up a track, and show him how to maneuver the trains for a while. After about 10 minutes, I’m so bored I feel like I could die. Conveniently, by that point, he’s lost just as much interest in me sitting with him as I have with Thomas and Henry.

What negative repercussions has this had on my children? They know how to amuse themselves. Yes, they ask me to help them with something or fix something for them, but in the end, they know they are their own entertainers. I hear my son creating little narratives between his trucks and trains, and my daughter will sometimes pull out a book and start reading.

Potty Training

Here’s another one that will probably get me in trouble. I never used that “potty training” method of putting the kid on the potty every 20 minutes. To me, that’s not potty training. That’s taking trips to the potty with a child who’s not ready to use it and getting lucky. I don’t have time for that. Even if I did, I still wouldn’t do it.

I chose to wait with my daughter until she was over three. I put her in underwear and let her have accidents. She had three accidents in total and was completely potty-trained in three days. The effort of bringing a child to the bathroom every 20 minutes is just too much for this lazy mom to handle.

Transitioning To a Bed

My son, who will be four, is still in his crib. Yes, you read that right. I’ll give you a second to pick your jaw off the floor. At this point, I have no reason to transition him to a bed. Why? Because the kid LOVES his crib. He’s had the animals he snuggles with, a monkey he uses as a pillow, and a fuzzy little blanket with dinosaurs on it. Why would I take him out of something he feels safe in to put him in a twin bed? No, I won’t waste the money on a toddler bed.

I am grateful for two great sleepers. I don’t want to chance taking him out of his crib, where he sleeps nearly 12 hours, and putting him in a bed, so he’s up at night. Sleeping is something that I thoroughly enjoy. If there is something that might affect that, I avoid it at all costs. We’ve been on vacations where we shared beds, and he is all over the place. When he and I shared a bed, I slept normally. He slept horizontally above my head, so we looked like the letter “T.” I don’t care that he’s still in his crib. It’s where he’s comfortable. Would he eventually get comfortable in a bed? Sure! Do I want to deal with the meltdowns that will happen trying to get there? No. Again, because I’m lazy.

Being Lazy Is Ok

I’ve accepted the fact that I’m a lazy mom. I don’t think there is anything wrong with it. My children know I love and care for them. They know I’ll be there for them no matter what. I don’t need to play Candy Land 1,000 times a day to prove that to them. I’m also not judging the moms who can sit and play with their kids all day, who potty-train early, and get their kids into bed as soon as they can walk. You moms rock! The moms who are like me – you rock too!

So tell us, are you a lazy mom?