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My Dirty Parenting Confessions
Sometimes I feel like a good Mummy and that I’m doing everything right. In fact, I’m most definitely raising a well-rounded mini-gentleman-genius on these good days. But on the down days, I am clearly making a total arse of this whole parenting malark and
But then there are the days in between…
The days where I have absolutely no idea whether what I am doing is good or bad, right or wrong! The contradictory advice can be baffling. The parenting police seem to be watching every which way I turn. Sometimes – the horror – I AM the parenting police, silently judging others.
Yep, parenting is damn tough, so to get things in the open I thought I’d share a few of my dirty parenting confessions with you…If you want to share your dirty
So, without further ado…
Confession #1 – My husband and I often watch Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, and other similarly inappropriate programmes in front of our toddler son when he refuses to go to bed. We’re likely warping his brain, oh god! Just CAN’T watch cartoons all night.
Confession #2 – He doesn’t like fluffy soft toddler friendly toys. No, he likes cars and trucks, technically for
Confession #3 – I like Peppa Pig *OMG* and have been playing back to back episodes recently as my son sits and gives me cuddles. My thoughts are frequently formed to the theme tune ”peeeppa pig” and I now affectionately refer to my husband as ”Daddy Pig”.
Confession #4 – We went to a baby dance and song class last week. Yerrr, we weren’t so into it…
Confession #5 – On that note, I don’t play any nursery rhyme music. I HATE IT. He is being raised on Led Zeppelin,
Confession #6 – Sometimes I don’t brush his teeth. It’s too much of a fight at the end of the day!!!
Confession #7 – I bought him a potty. I still don’t know if it is far too early or far too late to be training him. Please tell me, parenting police?!
Confession #8 – I let him try my iced caramel coffee Frappuccino at the weekend. HE LOVED IT! Oops, I guess…
Confession #9 – On that note, he also loves a good slurp of my sugary Yorkshire Tea brews too.
Confession #10 – He sleeps next to
Confession #11 – I swear. Sometimes a lot. I need to stop as at 18 months my son is like a parrot repeating things. Something bad is going to come out…most likely in public…
Confession #12 – Sometimes I feed him to sleep if I want him to drop off quickly.
Confession #13 – Sometimes I let the cat babysit. I don’t go out the house or anything…they just play in the next room while I do
Confession #14 – Sometimes we share ice cream…
Confession #15 – Sometimes I pretend to walk away in a public place in order to get him to follow.
Confession #16 – I’ve never let him cry it out. I couldn’t. I hate it when he cries.
Confession #17 – I sometimes forget to take essentials such as water bottles, nappies, and snacks on our trips out.
Confession #18 – The smartphone is sometimes used as entertainment while out and about. Sometimes frequently.
Confession #19 – I once
Confession #20 – Sometimes I accidentally wake my sleeping bear cub by kissing his face lots and lots and lots.
Confession #21 – Sometimes I can’t be bothered with the getting-dressed fight, so let him run like a feral naked child (usually nappied, because, my rug).
Confession #22 – He comes in the shower with me. Not even sure if this is good or bad.
Confession #23 – I don’t give him enough fruit. He
Confession #24 – He LOVES chocolate. I’ve made a chocolate monster. I don’t know what is worse – giving it to him, or hiding it from him when I am eating it…
Confession #25 – I once forgot to buckle his car seat straps. It was in the early knackered newborn days. I felt truly truly dreadful. First and last time that ever happened!!!
Confession #26 – I bought matching Mummy & son shoes. Mummy & daughter shoes, yes, totally acceptable, but Mummy and
Confession #27 – What was meant to be my son’s bedroom is now my office / husband’s Lego building room (his new obsession, I hope it’s a phase…) I don’t want to put him in a room by himself when I can have so many snuggles!
Confession #28 – I once melted calpol with chocolate to get him to take it when he was sick. He doesn’t like the taste of it, strange child…
Confession #29 – I LOVE soft play! I think this is some kind of ’code of
Confession #30 – He’s fallen off the bed three times. Tends to bounce.
Confession #31 – Given the option that he have three separate jabs on three separate days, or all three at once, I choose all three at once. He’s a solid boy, could totally take it. Cruel to be kind?
Confession #32 – I can’t spell his full name. How awful is that!! One of his middle names is very long and very Polish, ok! But all the same, c’mon Mummy!I
Confession #33 – I am not sure how to
Confession #34 – Sometimes I look through his baby book and miss the baby that he was…
Confession #35 – Sometimes it’s really hard to use my gentle parenting voice when he’s trying to stick the nib of a phone charger down a plug socket!
Confession #36 – I can no longer bear my nipples being touched. It infuriates me. I want to wean, but he won’t let me!
Confession #37 – I can’t handle supermarket shops alone with my son. He is like a caged animal set
Confession #38 – Sometimes when I am getting ready in the morning, he likes to try and apply my make-up to himself. I think it’s so funny and cute!
Confession #39 – I only ever read one parenting book. Probably explains a lot, right?
Confession #40 – Despite all of the above, I think I am doing pretty ok as a Mummy.
Abbey x
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