All Aboard The 10pm Mum’s Guilt Trip!

Both kids are now asleep. 

It’s that one small window of the day that should bring solitude and a blissful reflection.

Instead I like to opt for the mental beat me up right before bed time.

Join me on this tortuous head wrecker.

Here are mine:

1) I rollocked Niamh right before bedtime and she cried those breath-catching sobs.  She was playing with her sister and lifted her from behind only for her to face plant with a sickening thud.

I was furious.

2) It was made worse by the face that baby had also face planted off the couch only a few days earlier whilst I was on my phone.

ALL DAY I hover like the worse kind of helicopter mum but the one minute I lose focus……
3) I fed Esmé a happy meal this week. To be fair, I did get unsalted chips and water. Practically a salad.

She ate the lot.

Like most mum’s I was adamant she would only eat a balanced organic diet but when I found a clump of the dogs hair in her nappy I figured the occasional Maccies wouldn’t hurt.
4) I was caught off guard when Niamh asked me if two gay friends I have were brothers.

“Errrrrr noooo”

“Just best friends?”

“Yep, the very best.”

I later sat her down to explain and she was so non-plussed that I wish I’d have just come out and said it at the time.

I felt guilty that I hadn’t known how to word it.

When I did tell her that now it’s brilliant times because anyone can marry anyone because you don’t always fall in love with the opposite sex, she said it’s fantastic and that she plans to marry Erin so that they can be BFF’s forever.

I love that this generation isn’t going to give a hoot and will be far more accepting and tolerant.
5) It’s time that is eating me up the most. Summer holidays are the ultimate guilt trip for parents.

They are just a 6 week long juggling act for us, frantically keeping those plates spinning. Scraping together babysitting schedules and begging for a couple of days holiday so that you can spend a small bit of time with them before they’re back at school.

They put a spotlight on how much you are actually away from your children, how much you are just not present for.
I’m writing this from Niamh’s bed where I’ve managed to squeeze in for a cuddle while she’s sleeping.
I’m sorry I shouted at her.

I’m also sorry that I’m on my phone mid cuddle and that I never did get around to swapping all of this Peppa Pig decor in her room from her being a baby.

I’m also sorry I can’t transfer this guilt to my housework.

I’m remarkably easy on myself when it comes to that.

Lights out.

JD x

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7 Comments
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    Gaz
    Posted at 07:18h, 26 July Reply

    I honestly never realised there was a salted water option when purchasing a happy meal! You’re the best!

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    Jo White
    Posted at 07:42h, 26 July Reply

    Can so resonate to lots of this! Nice to see its not just us that asks the big sister not to pick up her little sister from behind… For reasons like this!

    We need to be kinder to ourselves X

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      This Mum Business
      Posted at 07:48h, 26 July Reply

      Honestly Jo I tell her not to till I’m blue in the face. We’ve had several splatting incidents ? xxx

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    Jenny Riley Jenkins
    Posted at 07:54h, 26 July Reply

    I love this ..x

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    Alison
    Posted at 08:04h, 26 July Reply

    Totally with you on all of these – Jack was playing outside and i tool my eyes off him for a minute, he came back in eating “something” and was gone before i could get my fingers in his mouth. He’s probably got a worm or a slug in his belly now!!

    • Jodie Danner
      Jodie Danner
      Posted at 08:05h, 26 July Reply

      Oh god I dread to think! Bleurghghhg!!! Xxx

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