Yesterday I wrote about why I’m an asshole parent. I promise you…I am not. Kids can just be so unreasonable!

Today I thought I would share why my kids think I’m the best mom ever…sometimes.

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.

Some kids have imaginary friends. Others name their stuffies and have tea parties with them. One day before Christmas my kid put on his elf PJs and developed a complete split personality.

So here’s the thing. I forgot. Really. I did. I was spending the weekend with my husband. We were watching 80s romcoms. When Harry Met Sally still holds up thirty-FREAKING-six years later. We were eating at supper clubs and Italian restaurants. We’re were enjoying rooftop bars and boozy brunches. We were listening to favorite albums on a record player in a cool boutique hotel and getting pedicures. We were filling our cups while the kids were doing the same with their beloved Aunt Eve.