Vacillation

I'm becoming less and less certain of my own opinions. Is that normal? I always assumed that by the time I was an adult, which I suppose I am now, I would have things figured out. It doesn't appear to work that way. For instance, my two-year-old is already a tech-head. I did not plan for that to happen. I'm sure I solemnly swore that he would not even see video games until he was in high school, let alone play them. He now plays game cube, xbox, and computer games, and loves to listen to music on winamp instead of a stereo. "What kind of mother allows her child to spend so much time in front of a screen?" I can just hear myself saying that three years ago. I still don't like it, and try my hardest to limit it, but there aren't a whole lot of things to keep a busy toddler entertained when you don't have a yard (that's my excuse). It seems like I might just be allowing my laziness to dictate my morals. It's pathetic that convenience is the deciding factor in so many of my decisions; like the decision to feed my children Kraft Mac & Cheese for lunch, instead of a delicious, nurtritious meal with vegetables, whole grains, and lean meats. I've always had a theory that people's personalities harden along with their arteries. Doesn't it seem like our parents/grandparents are just as they always were, but more so? Did they have these same eras of confusion and uncertainty, or am I just strange? I think maybe my personality is losing density along with my bones, instead. That doesn't bode well for the future. Thank goodness I married a wise man.