I like to be really honest on this blog which is why I’ve never pretended to be an awesome mother. I like to think I’m a good mum though. Or, at least, I’m not a bad mum. But something happened over the weekend that I’m not exactly proud of. I debated whether I should share it […]
Mummy, Have you seen my knee? Sore. This feels really serious. You keep telling me I scratched my knee when I fell on the driveway but I don’t think I believe you. I think I can remember falling, but I don’t remember crying. Surely I would’ve been howling in pain from such an injury. Do you […]
My heart has been shattered. It’s in a million pieces on the floor. My dreams have been slaughtered and I’m doomed to a half-life of pain and misery. You’ve brought me into this cruel world and your lack of remorse is a dagger to my soul. I can’t reach the bench.
I just fell down the stairs. Hard. Can you break your arse? Pretty confident my bum bone is shattered. My foot slipped on the edge of the step and down I went. Despite the almighty crash and the searing pain in my behind, I didn’t make a squeak. All I could think was “Oh god, don’t wake up, don’t […]
I understand it has been a while since you’ve been a toddler, but it honestly baffles me how obtuse you can be. Let me explain this is the simplest terms: throwing food off the table, roughly translated, means “I don’t want this shit.” It’s really that easy.