No this isn’t a post about how guilty* I feel for merrily eating Cadbury Scorched Peanuts while the boys have gone to the oh so exciting, stimulating and educational BANK with their father. It isn’t even about the times I use time-out for my own children’s safety lest I lash out with loud, cruel and hurtful words or worse still; a hard smack.
This post is about how to successfully be the worst mother imaginable.
1. My one year old’s whinging is like nails on a chalkboard. There are times when I do for him not out of love but just so he will be quiet.
2. I love waking up to find all 3 of my boys asleep in my room. Sometimes in our bed, sometimes on the mattress on the floor in our bedroom and the sweetest thing…when I find them asleep on the floor halfway between their room and mine.
3. There are days when I am glad I’m not homeschooling because all three are very demanding children and I can’t keep up with their requests/demands/crying. I can’t imagine doing this AND trying to teach reading and writing and maths.
4. I’m tired of giving.
5. I have over 3 laundry baskets full of clothes that need ironing/folding and putting away and another 2 baskets full that need washing. Because there is so much I don’t want to even start so the problem just escalates. HELP!
6. I’m getting dumber by the second.
7. They are so worth it.
