Free shipping on all orders over $75🎄

I have a confession to make. I’m a little bit lazy. Okay, maybe a little bit more than a little bit… but still. You get my point. I see all of these Pinterest Perfect Parenting articles and they make me laugh so hard. Which is a little sad, but true.

Now let me just say, I love being a mum. My whole world has changed since my little man made his way into my life. When he smiles at me I forget everything, when he wraps his little arms around my neck my heart feels like it is about to burst out of my chest and when he says “Love you Mummy” I honestly tear up sometimes.

But just because my little man melts my heart it doesn’t mean I’m the perfect parent. And I know I’m not the only one out there that does some of these ‘lazy parent’ things so I thought I’d share them with you and see what you think.

Confession #1 – I sometimes let my son eat sausages for breakfast, lunch and dinner, for a few days in a row, because I couldn’t be bothered cooking anything else. This usually happens when the hubby is working evenings or working away and I really don’t want to cook an entire meal for just my son and I. He loves it – he is two and thinks ‘sausassess’ are the greatest food on earth.

Confession #2 – When I’m really feeling guilty for the abovementioned meal, I’ll add some peas to his plate so I don’t feel so bad for the lack of vegetables. Let me be clear – these are frozen peas that require a minute in the microwave to defrost. Again, he loves them so that always helps.

Confession #3 – I have no interest in toilet training my son until he is at least 3 years old. I’m in mother’s groups where kids are toilet trained as early as 12 months of age and you know what? That’s awesome for those families. But I don’t want to deal with all that goes with toilet training yet – we use modern cloth nappies most of the time so the cost isn’t too high and he just isn’t ready. Even if there are ‘suggested’ pins on Pinterest for toilet training (ignore..).

Confession #4 – Sometimes I pretend I didn’t see my son drop his food on the floor, then pick it up and keep eating it. 10 second rule applies doesn’t it? I’m not one of those parents that fuss after my kids, if he drops his food he can pick it up and eat it. I would be concerned if the dog had licked it first…

Confession #5 – I hate arts and crafts. It’s messy. There’s paint and glue everywhere and no matter how hard you try to clean it all up, glitter is still floating around a month later. Daycare is great for arts and crafts. I don’t mind colouring in at home. I even tried to do the adult colouring in – you know, the one that’s supposed to calm you but actually makes you really angry that it takes 10 hours to finish one page and you end up with a kink in your neck from looking down and colouring. You know – those ones.

Confession #6 – My son doesn’t have a savings account. Again with Pinterest. I saw about 5 articles the other day about setting up savings accounts for your kids as soon as they are born and a ‘budgeting plan’ for how much to save each year. He has a piggy bank. Does that count?

Confession #7 – I sometimes pretend I’m reading books to my son when all I’m really doing is making up stories. I love Dr. Seuss as much as the next person but after reading the same story 10 times over I’m a little sick of it. So I make the stories up…

Confession #8 – If my son is ‘stuck’ somewhere I talk him through how to get out and call it ‘personal development’. Really it just means I don’t have to get up get him out of his jam.

Confession # 9 – I may have, on occasion, let The Wiggles play all day on Netflix so I could get some work done. And then felt a little guilty when my son started reciting all the songs from The Wiggles… and I started signing them at work…

Confession #10 – I have, on many occasions, gone out in public with the full knowledge that my shirt was covered in boogers/food/vomit/milk and when it was pointed out by someone else, I would act all surprised. Like it had just happened. Really I just didn’t want to change my shirt again, to have it boogered on again, and to add to my already huge washing pile.

Maybe I’m a lazy parent, maybe I’m efficient or maybe I’m just like everyone else and we all hold ourselves to these ridiculously high Pinterest Perfect standards. Who knows. All I know is my son is happy, healthy and I love him more than anything in the world.


A Possibly Lazy Mama.

So God Made a Mother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our new book, SO GOD MADE A MOTHER available now!

Order Now

Krystal Kleidon

My name is Krystal and I am a first time mum. I'm a wife, a daughter, a sister and a friend (sometimes neglectful) and a paramedic. I live in a small country town in Queensland Australia and am the first Australian contributor to Her View From Home – something I am very proud and excited about. I love my Australian culture and lifestyle and you’ll have to promise to cut me a little slack when you see me writing things like ‘mum’ instead of ‘mom’. I'm the creator and editor at Project Hot Mess, a site dedicated to empowering women and encouraging them to embrace who they are in their own perfect way. Even if that means running late with a cold cup of coffee in hand and not brushing your hair for 3 days (that's what dry shampoo is for right..?). 

Brothers Fight Hard and Love Harder

In: Kids, Motherhood
Two boys play outside, one lifting the other on his back

The last few years have been a whirlwind. My head has sometimes been left spinning; we have moved continents with three boys, three and under at the time. Set up home and remained sufficiently organized despite the complete chaos to ensure everyone was where they were meant to be on most days. Living in a primarily hockey town, the winters are filled with coffee catch-ups at the arena, so it was no surprise when my youngest declared his intention to play hockey like his school friends. Fully aware that he had never held a hockey stick or slapped a puck,...

Keep Reading

Stop Putting an Expiration Date on Making Memories

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and son in small train ride

We get 12 times to play Santa (if we’re lucky). This phrase stopped my scroll on a Sunday evening. I had an idea of the direction this post was going but I continued on reading. 12 spring breaks 12 easter baskets 20 tooth fairy visits 13 first days of school 1 first date 1-2 proms 1-2 times of seeing them in their graduation cap and gown 18 summers under the same roof And so on and so on. It was essentially another post listing the number of all the monumental moments that we, Lord willing, will get to experience with our...

Keep Reading

When Your Kids Ask, “Where Is God?”

In: Faith, Kids
Child looking at sunset

How do I know if the voice I’m hearing is God’s voice? When I was in high school, I found myself asking this question. My dad was a pastor, and I was feeling called to ministry. I didn’t know if I was just hearing my dad’s wish or the call of God. I was worried I was confusing the two. It turns out, I did know. I knew because I was raised to recognize the presence of God all around me. Once I knew what God’s presence felt like, I also knew what God’s voice sounded like. There is a...

Keep Reading

Go Easy On the Parents Who Refuse to Skip Naps

In: Kids, Motherhood
Two little boys and their sister walking down a gravel road, color photo

Greetings from a mom who is done with napping children. It’s great to have the flexibility during the day for longer activities, meeting friends for playdates, or day trips to faraway places. It’s a new life . . . the life without naps. The freedom to make plans and keep them. But not that long ago, I was something very different than the flexible, plan-keeping, up-for-it woman I am today. I used to be the mom who refused to skip my child’s nap. Yep, that one. Here’s the thing, for a lot of parents, It’s so much more than just a...

Keep Reading

My Heart Isn’t Ready for You to Stop Believing in Santa

In: Kids, Motherhood
Little boy standing in front of lit christmas tree

“My friend doesn’t believe in Santa anymore, Mom,” my son said out of the blue the other day. We were driving in the car, and when I met his gaze in the rear-view mirror his eyes searched mine. Immediately, my heart sank.  This sweet boy, he’s our first. Thoughtful and smart and eight years old. A quick Google search tells me that’s the average age kids stop believing in Santa, but as his mom, I’m not ready for that—not even a little bit.  I can still hear his barely 2-year-old voice going on about reindeer as we lay together on...

Keep Reading

Motherhood is a Million Little Letting Gos and Fresh Hellos

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother sitting with child on her lap by the setting sun and water

I missed my grocery-shopping buddy the other day. Mondays are usually the days my littlest and I knock out our grocery list. In the past, we’ve dropped the kids at school and then headed to the store. I grab a latte, and she chooses a hot chocolate. But that day, they were all in school. That day, she sat in her kindergarten class, and I went to the grocery store. Alone. A new rhythm. A changed routine. A different season. I listened to a podcast on the drive. My podcast. Then I grabbed a drink. Just one. I got the...

Keep Reading

Dear Kids, This Is My Wish for You

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother hugs three kids

To my kids, The world you’re stepping into is unlike anything I experienced at your age. It’s fast-paced, interconnected, and sometimes overwhelming. But within this chaos lie countless opportunities for growth and joy. My wish for you is that you find the perfect balance between embracing the modern world and staying true to yourselves. Change is one thing you can always count on. Embrace it because it’s often the motivation for growth. Embracing change doesn’t mean letting go of who you are; rather, it’s about evolving into the best version of yourself. Remember, you don’t need to have all the...

Keep Reading

Dear Daughter, Stay Wild

In: Kids, Motherhood
Mother and daughter on beach, color photo

I can’t really put my finger on it. Or manage to find all the words. But there’s just something about that girl. Maybe it’s the way her hair sits tangled. Curled up at the end. The way she moves. Dances. As if everyone was watching. Or no one at all. RELATED: There is Wild Beauty in This Spirited Child of Mine It could be the way she smiles. With her heart. The way only she can. The way she cares, loves. For everyone. For herself. You see, she is beautiful in the way only wild things are. The way they...

Keep Reading

You’re Becoming a Big Sister, But You’ll Always Be My Baby

In: Baby, Kids, Motherhood
Pregnant woman with young daughter, color photo

The anticipation of welcoming a new baby into the world is an exciting and joyous time for our family. From the moment we found out we were expecting to just about every day since, the love and excitement only continue to grow. However, amidst all the preparations for the new addition, I cannot help but have mixed emotions as I look back at old videos and pictures of my firstborn, my first princess, my Phoebe—for she will always hold a special place in my heart. As the anticipation grows, my heart swells with a mix of emotions knowing we are...

Keep Reading

Cowgirls Don’t Cry Unless the Horse They Loved Is Gone

In: Grief, Kids, Loss
Little girls Toy Story Jessie costume, color photo

The knee of my pants is wet and dirty. My yellow ring lays by the sink—it’s been my favorite ring for months. I bought it to match Bigfoot’s halter and the sunflowers by his pasture. Bigfoot is my daughter’s pony, and I loved him the most. The afternoon is so sunny. His hooves make the same calming rhythm I’ve come to love as I walk him out back. A strong wind blows through the barn. A stall labeled “Bigfoot,” adorned with a sunflower, hangs open and I feel sick. I kneel down by his side as he munches the grass....

Keep Reading