A few days ago when I wouldn’t let Honeybun do something she wanted she told me I was mean. I replied with “I know, I’m sorry you got stuck with the worst Mommy ever.”
10 Reasons I’m a Mean Mommy:
1) No Juice. Juice is the same as fruit, right? No. No, it is not. Not even close. Take apples versus apple juice: apple juice has 4x the sugar of raw apples and none of the fiber, vitamin A, Calcium or Iron (unless artificially added).
2) No Kids Shows. We watch SOME TV with the girls, but not much and when we do watch it’s either cooking, travel or dancing shows. (see “My Mommy Magic”)
3) I don’t share my toys. My girls are generally not allowed to touch/play with my iPad, laptop, camera, phone, etc. (they have plenty of their own electronics, I don’t need them screwing with mine).
4) I make them take a nap. Every day. They need it and becoming raging lunatic monsters without it. (see “The Needed Nap”)
5) 
I’m extra safe in the car. This means Honeybun is still in a harnessed seat and Sugarplum is still rear facing and I don’t have plans to move either anytime soon.
6) I make them wear helmets. Always. On scooters and bikes, no matter what. (only exception was when Honeybun used to ride her tricycle around our kitchen in Dublin).
7) We have a dress code for the park. Generally this means no skirts/dresses and if I make an exception, bloomers/leggings/cartwheel shorts are required. Closed toe shoes with straps are ALWAYS required.
8) I like to sleep in. The girls hate sleeping in on the weekends because according to Honeybun: “It takes too long.”
9) No dessert. My girls sometimes think dessert is a right, not a privilege and need to be reminded that we do not have dessert every day (and especially not after every meal) and they must finish their “good” stuff first because if they’re too full to finish their dinner, they’re too full to have dessert.
10) I make them walk places. We live walking distance to school, Target, 3 parks and many restaurants. I avoid the car whenever possible and Honeybun is too big to ride in the buggy (plus I don’t have one big enough for all 3) so she has to walk despite her protests of it “too far” or her legs being “too tired”.
Sounds like you’re a monster. LOL. God forbid should we have any rules at all for our little ones. You read my post. My kid thinks I’m a terrible mother. *rolls eyes*.
My daughter tells me daily that I’m the worst mommy ever to which I always smile and reply “It’s only because I love you so much!”