I was a bad mother today, and that's okay.

I started the day with every intention of making it a productive one; full of house chores but also some fun activities thrown in for my toddler. I was wrong. I nanny for a family three days a week, am currently 29 weeks pregnant, and my son has recently turned into the Tasmanian devil. So, instead of a productive, interactive day we watched cartoons for three hours, ate way too many snacks (to the point I didn't bother making lunch), and I sat outside in the sun while he dumped buckets of water on himself even though it is barely sixty degrees here. When his dad got home I rushed out the door, leaving him with all the clean up, to get a pedicure and out for dinner with a friend I haven't seen in months. Today I was a bad mom, and I'm okay with it. Because being a bad mom today will make me an even better mom tomorrow because I took time for myself; just to be lazy, just to lounge around, to do something for myself that didn't involve bringing a toddler along with me. When I got home tonight it made our time together more special and I was able to be a good mom again, all because I was a bad mom earlier.