I don’t always buy organic.  My kid has eaten happy meals (although not since we stopped commuting a zillion hours a week).  Sometimes I let her eat dinosaur mac-n-cheese without insisting on a fruit or veggie with it.  There are days when she watches more than 2 hours of TV. (Although in my defense, they’re either Dinosaur Train, Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, or Scholastic DVDs.)  I will buy her a piece of cake at the store and let her eat all the frosting off the top.

I call it “good enough” parenting, for the days when I have a migraine, or haven’t gotten enough sleep, or I just need a break.  You know what?  The world hasn’t ended yet.  The guilt hasn’t done me in.

Today is definitely a good enough day.  Two nights of not enough sleep (my fault, mostly – by the time P went to sleep, I was so happy to have peace and quiet I refused to go to bed at a reasonable hour), hot weather, a kid who is feeling a bit clingy – Yeah, I doubt we’ll be hitting any museums today.