At this very moment my kid is watching the Sesame Street segment where the (m)uppets kids hid one of the adults phones because she was texting too much & not paying attention to the kids.

I’m refusing to feel mom guilt about the fact that I’m doing things on my phone . . .
    

I refuse to feel guilt right now  because my kiddo is watching the show while under the table pooping.
He’s pooping in his diaper, not on the floor.

More to come on the subject.
The phone issue, not the poop.
Ok. Maybe the poop, too.