Confessions of a marshmallow mommy

We have a few solid rules around here during the week that keep this ship smoothly sailing:

1. No TV on school days, especially in the morning.
2. Children must nap after lunch so moms can work.
3. Only one snack after naptime, preferably a fruit or veggie.
4. There must be outdoor playtime on sunny days.

These rules went out the window today. Sweet Boy -- who did not nap, which stressed me out because he turns into a total pest when he's tired so I had a hard time focusing on work -- finally wore me down. After about an hour of begging and whining, he cajoled me into putting on a DVD for him; he then used his charms to wrestle an early snack, too (and I know he will be whining for crackers well before dinnertime).

As I guiltily pushed play on the remote so I could guiltily get back to my laptop, he looked into my eyes, batted his luscious lashes, and started rubbing my back. Then came the words that just might define my marshmallow parenting style: "You're such a good mommy. You let me do whatever I want to do."

Yup, Supermom. That's me.