I hate being wrong.
Admitting I’m wrong is even worse.
I spent months insisting that having Munchkin on a schedule would be too limiting for me and wouldn’t work for him and yadda yadda yadda. And to be fair, a few months ago it may not have worked out well. But as I started incorporating solids into his diet and we started to fall into a breakfast/lunch/dinner routine, suddenly everything started to fall into a routine.
And it. is. AWESOME.
Suddenly, I can actually interpret some of his crying: if it’s 10 am, he wants breakfast; 2 pm, he wants to nap. It’s the next best thing to inventing a baby translator (a la Simpsons, love it).
So now I feel bad for all the other mom’s I encouraged to join in on my poo-pooing of the Schedulers. I feel like I need to send a mass email telling them all, “Wait. Stop the presses. I was wrong.” Maybe I should cc all the Schedulers that I smiled and nodded to (before poo-pooing their methods behind their backs). I should probably print off the email and give it to my mother while I’m at it (afterall, she can’t log into a computer successfully, let alone open up a browser and navigate to her hotmail).
(But, in lieu of all that work, I’ll probably just quietly pretend I was really in favour of scheduling all along…I’m never wrong…)