There are a multitude of top tips for parents out there. For tonight’s blog entry I have decided to go at it from a different angle, and post my top tips on what NOT to do. (Not sure what it says about my parenting skills, but I found these far easier to come up with!) So without further ado dear reader, l hereby share with you my words-to-the-wise:
NB – ALL the following tips were painstakingly gleaned from actual experience.
Right. I’ve had enough and need to have a rant!
The social networking sites are awash with people’s blogs/hobbies/aquisisions. Not a day goes by where I don’t log onto facebook/twitter and am presented with a plethora of various links and posts about my friends and acquaintance’s multitude of achievements. Some are photographers, amateur and professional alike. Some are music writers or book reviewers. Some have business’s they promote or articles they have written. Some are techies and nothing they post makes sense to me. Some only talk work/pets/gaming/drunken nights out/TV. And you know what . . . That’s fine. That’s what they do, it’s what they’re passionate about, and what they want to share with me. It’s also what social networking is all about and anyone and everyone has the right to post what they want. After all, if you don’t like it, don’t read it.
So WHY oh WHY oh WHY is it fair game to have a pop at the Mummy-Blogging community?
It starts here. I have joined a gym! No more wobbly belly, cellulite or monster arse for me! No more being out of breath after climbing a flight of stairs. It’s health, health, health from now on! (It’s also costing a fortune so I’m damned if I’m not getting my money’s worth.)
It’s breastfeeding awareness week! Thank God for that . . . I had no idea that’s what they were for! (Seriously though, is this really necessary? Is there any mother or Mum to be that isn’t aware of breastfeeding? That hasn’t had the “breast is best” philosophy battered into them from the second they meet their first mid-wife?) Looking at other Mummy blogger posts it seems to me that it should be re-named “Breastfeeding can be really difficult” week as that’s the thing that comes as a shock to us. We KNOW it’s the best start, it’s natures miracle, it’s best for bonding etc, etc. What we don’t find out till trying to do it, is that it can also be incredibly difficult, exhausting, and painful if you don’t get it right. And getting it right is what can be hard . . . a catch 22 for so many new mothers.
You’ll never guess what’s just happened here!
Stu was upstairs playing with little un while her bath was running. I was downstairs feeling in need of a cup of tea. Into the kitchen I go to put the kettle on, and there’s a chicken in it! (The kitchen that is, not the kettle.) An honest to God live chicken, cocking its little head about and eyeballing me like it’s annoyed I’ve interrupted it!
So here’s how things are working with me and the Giblet at the moment. It would seem that over the past few days, I have developed a method. A method of getting her to do stuff she doesn’t usually want to do, i.e eat main courses, brush teeth, have her eczema cream rubbed on her cheeks, have her ears cleaned etc. At first this method was a revelation! Genius! YES! cried I, FINALLY something that works. A few days in however and I’m having second thoughts. I am a wreck. Let me explain . . .
The Gallery – theme: Dads.
” A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.” – Anonymous
If you’d like to read more about how thing work with me and Grace’s Dad, click here.
I cracked. I was just soooo tired. So when the Giblet starts howling with lonesomeness at 4.30 am, I changed her nappy – trance-like – and put her straight into bed with us. (I just KNEW it’d be a nightmare getting her settled in her own bed and the odd time we’ve resorted this in the past, she’s gone straight back off again.)
Not this morning though. No.
Ask someone who hasn’t had children how it would change their life and they’d probably give you a list of things along these lines:
- You have less sleep
- You have less of a social life
- You have less money
Ask someone who has recently had children, and the response may well be thus:
Grace has a “best friend” by the name of Poppy. I’ve put that in inverted commas because this is a friendship completely enforced by Poppy’s Mum and me. We work together, were pregnant at the same time, and so therefore our little ones see each other on a regular basis, and have grown together from helpless wee newborns, wriggling round beside one another on a rug, to the troublesome toddlers we (try) to parent now. Continue reading