I’ve had more than a few minor parenting fails so far: I’ve put a diaper on backwards. I’ve stuck his foot in his own waste. I’ve poured milk into bottles with no bottoms, twice. I’ve set our sleep training schedule back a few times because of either my need to hold him RIGHT NOW, or because I am not watching the clock. I’ve accidentally scratched him. He peed on our kitchen knives! All of them! I’ve gotten frustrated, I’ve gotten stressed, I’ve fallen asleep when I shouldn’t have.
Still these fails are minor at best. Right? Minor until recently when I had a major parenting fail. See, I went to Park Meadows Mall. PARK MEADOWS FREAKING MALL. In my mind, I saw the mall as a peaceful sanctuary of elegant piano music, shiny floors and fun lights for my three month old son to stare in wonder at.