I’m going to start a club.
I think I should get a fair few members.
I’m going to call it the Bad Mother’ Society.
So you can be in it if you:
Let your child watch so much TV he knows the names, characters and theme songs from most of the kids shows.
Put a shirt on them that already has stains on it. You didn’t notice as you washed it, hung it out, folded it and put it away. They’re just going to mess it up in a second anyway.
On occasions have given your child toast for breakfast, a sandwich for lunch and toast for dinner.
Have yelled, cried and screamed in frustration at your child, mostly in private….
Pat yourself on the back if you ever make it to the park.
Put a pillow over your head so as not to hear your child cry.
You’ll know who’s in the club because:
We’re the ones who have sunburn because we spent so much time slip slop slapping our tots.
We left the house without make-up as we didn’t have time to look in the mirror.
We stand there trying to remember if it was today or yesterday we gave ourselves lunch (though we’ve been in the kitchen since breakfast catering to our little ones).
We have the BIG bags under our eyes and the double lattes in our hands.
We cover our little ones with kisses and hugs and they reciprocate.
There are lots of “I Love You’s” in our vocabulary.
Our children are happy, well-adjusted and love life.
I think we are just called Mothers.
No one’s perfect, give yourself a break and like this post if you want to join my club, share if you know anyone else who might join xx