When I became a mum I thought I was going to be so much better at it than my own mum. I was certainly going to be a lot better than the women I see screaming at their kids in the supermarket or crying in the car at the school kiss and ride. But I’m not. There’s a pretty big gap between the picture of the mum I post on Insta and the mum I actually am.
It feels like no-one ever tells the real story. At mother’s group all I ever heard was mums whose babies slept through the night. How their kids all ate broccoli. None of them used screens to scab a 10-minute sleep-in.
You know what? As a mother of five, I don’t believe them.
At some point, when no-one is looking , our perfect mum facade falls and clonks our poor sweet baby on the head. With a phone.
A bit like Charlize Theron’s character does in the trailer for her new movie Tully. I’ve done this, by the way:
I’m the dumb mum who’s dropped my smartphone on my sleeping baby’s head as I struggled to take a call while breastfeeding. Try explaining that bruise to the early childhood nurse.
So, in the spirit of mum realness and oversharing, here are the 10 worst things I’ve done as a mum and never told anyone.
1. One morning I had such a bad hangover, I told the kids they were sick and couldn’t go to school. I made them bring me cold packs and massage my feet. Then I made the eldest child ring up the woman who I was supposed to do canteen duty with and tell her we were all really really sick. (In reality I was. I was really really sick of canteen.)
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When I was 13 my mum and I had a big fight. The next day she told me that Docs had contacted her at work because of the yelling because they believed I was living in an abusive environment. She told me she had to go for an interview with them which would determine if I was taken away or not. After the"interview" she told me I was allowed to stay in our home but if there was any more yelling I would be taken away and put in foster care or home. She told me the house was "bugged" to monitor us and that she regularly saw"peopke" watching our house with listening devices. I was terrified. I was told I would simply be taken from school one day if I was removed and would never be allowed home. I started failing school because I was too scared to concentrate, fearing every day someone from docs would come for me at school. The anxiety lead to an eating disorder and self harm to cope. The facade when on until about year 11. Great job mum.
Where do I begin, the phone drop I've definitely done.
I feel guilty mostly for telling my 2yr daughter the truth, the blatant crushing absolute truth about things, eg. The only monsters you should be scared of are people, like men, especially men. (that is a fact) or truth bombs like - if you go on the road, a car will SMASH into you and break up all your bones, and you will die, mummy would run over and scrape up your squashed body and cry for the rest of her life...
don't climb the chest of drawers because it can fall on you and it will SMASH onto you and break up all your bones, and you will die, and mummy would lift it up to scrape up your squashed body and then cry for the rest of her life... Etc Etc. You get the idea. Is it wrong? Or a necessary precaution.