I find as I get older that many of my ideals are crumbling. The guilt that results from compromising on these ideals has a direct relationship to the moral weight of the ideal.
I think it may have once bothered me more to have a desktop keyboard jacked into my laptop to compensate for the keys that have been ripped off by my lovely daughters. Ideally, I'd like to have one completely functional computer. But, I've had to compromise.
I'm not sure I ever made a conscious decision that children shouldn't wear pajam slippers to church, but I sure wasn't going to argue with my 3-year old who found matching footwear on her own.
And then there's jumping on the couch. No parent holds their newborn infant in their arms and thinks "This child will one day tear all the cushions off the couch and jump around on the springs and I'm not going to do a thing about it."
And TV. Oh, TV. I thought my kids weren't going to watch TV unless they were tuning in to the BBC to learn about current events. MY kids wouldn't be patronized by Dora the stupid Explorer or the monosyllabic, brain-washing Teletubbies. But seriously, people. If those custard-guzzling freaks from another dimension can give me 10 minutes of peace, I'm taking it. Ideals Schmideals.