No one wants to feel like the crappiest parent ever, but you’d think parents adored feeling that way if you judged by how often we seem to go to there.

In raising kids, sometimes the pressure mounts, nerves get frayed, limits get hit, and we lose our cool.

We feel bad so we try to save face by tweaking a word here and there when speaking of it. For instance, you weren’t crying, you were just moisturizing your eyeballs naturally. You didn’t arrive late, you simply adjusted your schedule to an optimum time. You didn’t break it, you clearly performed a valuable stress test on a faulty product.

Sure it’s BS, but sometimes we need to polish the turd a little bit, so we don’t actually cave and click purchase on that World’s Worst Parent trophy we’ve been eyeing.

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