“Do as I say, not as I do" is sort of a parenting theme around my house. I'd like to think all parents follow this mantra, and the things moms do when they think their kids aren't looking are at least party to blame for this eternal adage's prevalence. My parents spent their life telling my brother and I not to smoke... then they rolled up the windows in the car during family road trips and lit up their cigarettes. They told us not to drink... then downed shots with their friends. Telling us not to do something, then doing it themselves, was considered part of parenting.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I were celebrating some event and, as the celebration came to a close, realized we had a substantial amount of leftover cake. The following evening we decided to eat that cake for dinner... so we did. We enjoyed that delicious chocolate cake with no remorse, but swore we’d never tell our kids that we skipped dinner and went straight to dessert. And that, my friends, is just the beginning: