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Let me start: Sometimes I make my kid put damp undies back on because I don’t want to do the laundry every two seconds and HE NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO USE THE TOILET. Wow, what a load off! (See? Just putting something out there can make you feel better!)
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Love my wee one (10yr old) to death (required disclaimer.. I guess) but if she rolls her eyes at me one more time, I am putting her back in the Ovary ! Shit!
I have three children and I only like one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love them with all my heart. But, only one of them is not an asshole.
I am a stay at home mom & literally ALL is done by me...every diaper, every game, every meal, every bedtime, everything. My husband constantly tells me how easy I have it. One day he decided to take our son out for the afternoon to give me a break...I intentionally fed him lots of sugary crap for his snack & gave him apple juice (which makes him poop a lot). My husband only lasted 1 hour before bringing him back saying he didn't know how I could handle a demon child all day. He said all he did was run around & poop. I laughed until I cried.
Baby sometimes sleeps in our bed. If I wake up and notice she's wet, I just roll her over to the husband. She wakes him up, he changes her, I pretend to be blissfully unaware and fast asleep. Works like a charm!
My 16 month old still wakes multiple times throughout the night. On days when I'm really tired I give her cheese strings and chips for breakfast and lunch while she watches Dateline with me all day.
so, after my son was born, I ended up in the hospital for a week after an emergency surgery. During that time, my sister in law kept my daughter and my newborn. Sometimes, almost a year later, I still feel resentment that my son seems to want her more than he does me. It's like he forgets I exist when she's around. And then the other night, my brother in law walks in the house and my son starts yelling "daddy!" And I said no, that's your uncle, her response was "well he was his daddy for almost a week". I wanted to slap her. And I feel guilty that I harbor this resentment when she was only trying to provide for my family, when I couldn't.
I like to take a day off parenting here and there ... So because of the lack of family we have to babysit ..I have designated a kid free day in my house by giving them their iPads connected to the wall so the battery won't die and they can use it all day with very little interaction from me ... I order food for them and have snacks and juice boxes ready in the counter so I can be lazy and binge watch tv ... It sounds so bad .. I feel guilty ..but we normally run around so much between school and after school activities, errands . I need an at home lazy me day to stay sane .
My toilet trained 3 year old boy was mad at me and he pee on the couch to spite me. Believe me, it was no accident, the little asshole look right at me. I grabbed him and smushed his face on the pee stain for 2 seconds. I feel super guilty afterwards.
We live in Canada and I thanked God every day for short Winter days when my daughter wasn't old enough to tell time because we'd tell her it was bedtime at 6 pm because "it's dark" and she fell for it every time. Unfortunately she no knows how to tell time, but we have a 1 year old and are totally planning on pulling the same shit with her when she's older. 🙂
I'm a first time mom, to a happy, chubby 4 month old. I have to say there are times when I hate being a mom. I am fiercely independent and get overwhelmed having a little person so dependent on me. I miss being able to go & do whatever I want, when I want. But at the same time, when that little chubbster smiles at me, my heart melts into a gazillion pieces.
My kids pick their nose and eat it. I don't care. They eat stuff off the floor daily and I don't care. I'd let them eat ca and dog food too...who cares? Not me!
After my daughter was born, I was stuck in the hospital for a week without her. Then I had to go back to work. Then my milk supply dried up because I wasn't around her enough. I feel completely and utterly useless towards my only child, and like we haven't made a connection at all. She's almost three months now, and smiles for her dad and grandma, but never at me.... I hate it more than anything. I'm crying just typing this..
My kid is an honest asshole. He doesnt care who, what or when, he is always honest. I personally do not like any of my husbands friends wives, so whenever we spend time with any of them I really enjoy watching my son call them out on all of their fakeness. For an example one time he said are you on your period all the time or is this who you are as a person? It is almoat like having a secret weapon in the female vs. Female war.
I routinely sweep up (& throw away) random small toys and toy parts while cleaning the common rooms of the house. When they look for the toy, I tell them to go pick up their room and I bet it will turn up.
I used to set all the clocks in the house an hour ahead so that the (then)8 year old would go to bed early. After he went to bed I would go back and change them all back. I got away with this through that entire fall and winter on any night that he was particularly cranky. I preserved my sanity this way while my husband was out of the country for six months.
It's a bank holiday in the UK on Monday, which I have off. My husband has to work, and my son's nursery is open. So guess who's getting a day to herself!
My daughter caught me eating one of her lollies. When she asked if I was eating a lolly, I said "no, I'm eating something with chilli in it". She said "eww" and left the room and I went back to eating her lollies.
I told my niece that the police would get her if she was bad. Instead of behaving, she now flips the bird to all passing patrol cars.
I pick up the Cheerios off the floor and put them back on the tray for my 10 month old.
I cook healthy and train my daughters to look at nutrition labels. Then after they're asleep, I pull out the Libdt hazelnut chocolate I've been hiding and enjoy it. Quietly and thoroughly.