my bad

I am the kind of parent who thinks it's perfectly acceptable to plop my kid in front of the tv to watch Cinderella part 2 while I escape into the computer or do various inane domestic duties. I don't mind arts and crafts but I don't like to do them-just to watch my kids do it while I take a mental break.
I am also the kind of parent who hounds my older one to pick up after herself a lot. She is the kind of kid who enjoys tuning me out so we replay things over and over quite a bit. I think there must be a degree of functionality to it all. I nag, she ignores, eventually it gets done.
I am the kind of wife who upon hearing my man becoming increasingly frustrated with his increasing lateness in the morning just sits back on the couch and amuses myself with his frustration rather than trying to help. And he never actually asks me to help. After all, I've done my duties and I have about 15 minutes in between kids, it's my ME time in the a.m. so why should I not amuse myself with his hilarious routine? Because I am-as he thinks-evil.
Sometimes I turn the heat up too high because I hate to feel cold (but not today as I was accused of by the energy police who live with me). Sometimes I throw something out rather than try to fight with a stain. Sometimes I don't recycle every single thing I am supposed to. I flush cat shit down the toilet (which apparently is bad although I am not sure why). I eat way too many cookies and sometimes I let my man deal with the little one if she wakes up in the middle of the night, despite his exhaustion, just becasue i am too lazy to do it myself.

I don't think my crimes are all that bad, but there are certain people I live with who would disagree. Let them eat cake.