We pack it in before we even get our food or coffee and carry a still-screaming (and hitting/kicking) preschooler back home. Once home, however, there's our little guy again. Bright-eyed, all smiles. And there we are, bedraggled and a little heartbroken... and feeling very judged.
Since I have made the decision to embrace my non-perfect parenting, there were no extensive ways I wanted to change my mothering skills. So, over the past week I have been reflecting on small, minor changes that I could easily implement to make my life as a mom more rewarding and less exasperating.