Someone once said “I believe in being honest with my kids, 101 percent.

That someone wasn’t me. I lie to my kids all the time.  I’m not just talking about the trifecta of deception:  Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.  I don’t creatively bend the truth.  I straight-up lie like Pinnochio.  Am I ashamed?  No.  Lying to my kids saves my sanity, not to mention time and money.  And sometimes, it’s just fun to eff with them a little.

Here are seven of my go-to’s:

Your face will freeze like that.

In a few years, my kids will be old enough to understand that a few tears or even an all-out DEFCON 4 meltdown won’t cause their face to freeze mid-wail. But for now, this little lie has a better than 50 percent chance of getting my crying kid to shut it.

A fly will poop on your lip.

This is a hand-me-down. Every time I stuck my bottom lip out when I was a kid, my mom would scare me with the possibility of fly poop on my face.  Technically, could be true, I guess.  It worked for me and it works for my four-year-old bottom lip sticker-outer.  Fly crap is scary to a little kid, I guess.

That’s broken.

This is reserved for every annoying automatic pony ride thingy that camps out in the entrance of the grocery stores. There’s a time and a place for shit like that:  it’s called Chuck E. Cheese in my neck of the woods.  Taking time out of my errands to feed coins into a pony, car, or airplane that jiggles and bounces for all of eighteen seconds only to be met with cries of “more, more”?  Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Easier just to breeze by and announce in a mock-regretful tone “sorry, darling, That’s broken.”  Occasionally some “fun mom” will trip me up by actually letting their kids ride these things.  If that’s you, knock it off, k?  People like me need to get in and get out of the store and don’t have time to indulge in a mini carnival.

No, you can’t have a bite, that’s spicy.

This is reserved for anything that my kids want that I don’t feel like sharing. Being a mom, I’m usually resigned to going halfsies on anything that looks like it tastes good, but some things aren’t shareable like Klondike Bars and anything made by Dove.  I’m not above sneaking into the bathroom to eat stuff like this, but when I get caught, I tell my kids with a straight face that its way too spicy and that it would burn their mouths.

I know this kind of lying has a limited shelf life. Pretty soon they’ll be worldly enough to know that no ice cream is spicy and that if I’m eating something in the bathroom, it means it’s extra good and that they definitely want a bite.

Go away, I’m pooping

When I’m behind the locked bathroom door, it means I need my special alone time. I recently discovered that there’s a Pinterest app on my smartphone (I’m not an early adapter) and I might be busy oohing and ahhing over recipes that I’ll never make because they’re beyond my skill level.

Being behind a locked bathroom door might mean I’m having some chocolate I don’t want anyone to know about. I might have a glass bottle of wine in there.  Being a mother in a large-ish family means alone time is pretty much nonexistent, unless I’m claiming to be on the crapper…and even that isn’t a guarantee.  I might be eating, drinking, or stalking people on Facebook, or I might just be soaking up a few minutes of blissful aloneness.  My payback will be the mess that the kids have made while I’ve been locked in my she-cave, but it’s usually worth it.

For now, my family believes my little lie about Irritable Bowel Syndrome. I’ve got a good thing going with “I’m pooping, kids” so I’m gonna milk that as long as I can.  You would, too.

If you don’t go to sleep, Santa won’t come.

What this really means is “if you don’t go to sleep, mommy and daddy are going to crack open that second third bottle of wine.”  It means we’re going to get well and truly blitzed while we’re waiting for you to pass out so that we can assemble your junior Batmobile, or whatever piece of crap we’ve decided to blame on Santa.

Confession: there’s no “we” involved in the assembly of Christmas toys.  I’m a supportive wine-drinking couch potato who periodically mutters things like “looking good, honey” or “they’re really going to love that.”

But Santa will come, no matter how late you stay up, kids. The Christmas toys might be put together with chewing gum and hot glue and mommy and daddy may be a little bleary-eyed on Christmas morning, but it’s all good.

I’ll take that iPad away.

I’ll freely admit to using electronic entertainment as a babysitter from time to time. Okay, several times a week daily.  When my boys get out of hand, the first thing I do is threaten to take their iPads away.  Sometimes I even stalk over and act like I’m going to grab it from their sticky little hands.  Pul-leeze.

Sometimes I need my small humans to be engaged in something besides pulling on my shirt and whining for Fruit Rollups. Maybe I want to blow dry my hair without fear they’ll burn the house down.  Judge me if you want to.

In all seriousness, I don’t believe in lying to kids about important stuff, although I am a never say never kind of girl. I’ve told lies to my kids in the spirit of self-preservation and personal comfort levels, but in general, I believe the truth is easier when it comes to important stuff…except for stuff like what I’m really doing when I’m locked in the bathroom.

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Jill writes about adoption, motherhood and midlife on her blog Ripped Jeans and Bifocals. She has a degree in social psychology that she uses to try and make sense out of the behavior of her husband and three children but it hasn't really helped so far. She enjoys dry humor and has a love/hate relationship with running. Her writing has also been featured on Huffington Post, Babble, Scary Mommy, In the Powder Room, and Mamalode. Jill is a BlogHer 2015 Voice of the Year and willingly answers any questions that end with “and would you like wine with that?” Hang out with Jill on Facebook. and Twitter.

10 Comments

  1. Ha! Love it! It’s sad, the lengths us moms go to to keep our sanity intact. I never thought of eating chocolate or drinking wine in the bathroom, I’m usually just trying to take a shit in peace!–while Facebooking, Instagraming,Tweeting and texting. To cope with the craziness, I often drink wine while my kids are zipping around the house like the Road Runner and Speedy Gonzales! Like I told my daughter, parents get to lie sometimes because we pay the bills dammit!! I practically begged my daughter to get her math grade up, so I wouldn’t take away her tv/phone privileges. Putting kids on punishment, makes life is so much harder to bear until bedtime!

    Thank God that they sell wine at the grocery stores and pharmacies! It’s become an essential part of my shopping list!

    • “because we pay the bills, dammit!” That’s a good one. I’m definitely filing that away for future use.

  2. This is my favourite Jill post (if it’s even possible to pick a favourite). I told my kid that the hideabed was a transformer to get a night of privacy on a road trip.

    • I love that you said “my favorite Jill post”. And I like the way you think…privacy is nonexistent around here!

  3. I love this post, Jill. One of my go tos has been, oh, you want to go to the jumpy house, it’s closed today. Now that they’re older, they’re onto me, but I do poop, a lot. I learned that from my husband.

  4. I love this post. I appreciate the humor and the honesty. We’re not perfect but we’re pretty awesome.

  5. Love this – the things we do and say for our sanity lol – I must admit I had not heard of the A fly will poop on your lip. This used to be just connected to “Your face will stay like that”

  6. Oh Jill, how did you know that EVERYTHING I eat is spicy? My kid will grow up thinking I had the bravest mouth when really it was just super selfish. Ahaha!

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