I was first called the Experienced Bad Mom by my friend Angie.
It was the summer of 2008. My son Will had just turned 5 and my daughter Sydney was 1 1/2. She had the faintest rash on her feet one day and I sent her to daycare anyway. She was acting perfectly fine, and since I’d been around the block before with Will, I knew that most rashes were innocent. Truly, 99.9% of rashes I’d ever seen were not worth missing work and making a trip to the doctor’s office.
However, all day long I ruminated about what a Bad Mom I was for ignoring the rash. As my coworker Angie pointed out, I was an experienced bad mom: I applied everything I’d learned about ignoring rashes on my son to ignoring rashes on my daughter!
The Experienced Bad Mom moniker stuck. I think it’s impossible to be the perfect mom, so I embrace my imperfections and share the good, the bad, and the funny moments of my motherhood adventure here.