Almost every year I dedicate one post to why I am an asshole parent. These have been accumulated over the last week or so.

I give you 2025’s episode.

It was too bright while getting #3 dressed. 

And yet it was too dark when we left for daycare. 

I said the time change was silly. Apparently it is not silly..it is just how it is supposed to be. 

He’s cold yet won’t put on clothes. 

I don’t sing as good as Taylor Swift. 

The daycare parking lot was not crowded. 

I opened the door. To be clear, he did not want to open the door. I just wasn’t supposed to do it either. 

I am not Regular Grandpa. 

There’s nothing on TV. 

He’s hungry while I’m making dinner. 

And yet he doesn’t want to eat. 

I made them all food they love. 

I asked her a question. 

I didn’t ask her a question. 

I don’t have my computer at home with me. 

She got herself into a pickle with some friends. 

It’s Tuesday. 

They all had sleepovers this weekend. They can’t have sleepovers every night…even school nights. 

He’s wearing his brother’s pants and they are too big on him. They keep falling off. He chose them. This is my fault. He’s four and his brother is seven. This is not unexpected. 

I said Kid City was a dumb show. 
[I stand by this. So does big sister]. 

I looked at her. 

Her Uggs smell like death. 

I don’t want her death smelling Ugg feet under the covers with me. 

I want to go to the bathroom by myself. 

They need showers because they stink. 

I asked him to pick up a sock. 

I won’t let him use my leg to warm his ice cold feet. Please see above about the sock. 

They are all exhausted. 

I can’t understand them while they are screaming. 

Have you been an asshole parent lately? Would love to hear how.

I am writing for the 18th annual Slice of Life challenge presented by Two Writing Teachers.