I would love to be cool with messy play and seriously, I’ve tried. I can’t even tell you that I have OCD tendencies and hate mess – the husband would call me out in an instant. But there’s just something about messy play that just puts me on edge. I’ve tried to let loose, making shakers with rice, filling containers with glitter and water…do you know how many months I was still finding rice and glitter in my living room?? And don’t even get me started on the baby group I once went to when they were rolling around in cooked spaghetti and jelly. Just ew. At least with summer upon us, I can take the messy play outside.
2. i despise soft play
I know that most parents have an aversion to soft play, but I seriously would rather stick hot rods in my eyes. Okay, not quite but it’s up there for me with smear tests. Perhaps when Taylor’s a little older and I can wave from the parameter with a cuppa in my hand, it won’t be so bad. But jeez, it’s hard work chasing a toddler around those places and making sure that she (and me) doesn’t get trampled on by the excited older kids. And please, why can’t I just walk up the slide with her so that she can go back down again? Do I really have to go all the way to the top again? In my defense I did once get stuck in a ball pit that I couldn’t get out of when I was younger…
3. I’m always late
In truth, I’ve been late my whole life – I was always the one to arrive at school just as the bell was ringing, the one to walk into lectures at uni and slip into the back row, the one who was never ever early, but just on time for the office. I’m not okay with being late, I just can’t seem to help it (for anyone else who is always late you need to read this very amusing article on the subject)…Luckily nursery is a little more relaxed so I take her anywhere between 8-8.30 – if only I had a 30 minute grace with all appointments. I realise that I cannot be that mother who makes her child late for school every day or leaves her hanging around at the school gates looking out for my car. God help me.
4. I’m a feeder
I discovered pretty early on that sometimes the only way to avert a toddler tantrum is to give her a bread stick, or a biscuit, or a packet of raisins – whatever’s closest to grab to be honest. Anything will do. And yes, sometimes it might be food of the unhealthy variety. Just yesterday I was in HomeSense and they actually have lollies at the check out. I know right? The lovely check out lady noticed Taylor was getting grizzly and told me to take a few. When she started to kick-off in Boots next door out came the lolly and whola! I gave a knowing smile to the lady with the newborn in front of me. She didn’t smile back. Back off lady, you wait and see.
5. I don’t ‘do’ ironing
Growing up my drawers were always full of starched clean clothes that were perfectly ironed and folded by my dear mother. I’m pretty sure even my pants and socks were ironed. I loved her for it then and I admire her for it now. How the hell did she find the time? Since I left home I’ve very rarely felt the need to iron – much to the hubby’s dismay. In fact, I purposely avoid buying clothes that crease easily so that I don’t have to iron them. So Mr M has to iron his own shirts and I only get out the iron if something desperately needs it. I feel that now I’m a mother I should probably start to take ironing a little more seriously. Baby grows and romper suits haven’t required it so far though – hopefully I can get away with it until school??
6. I can’t wait for 7pm
I love my daughter with all of my heart, really I do. But I also love being able to sit down without being trampled across, and enjoy a meal without pesky hands taking a swipe at my chicken kiev. The truth is that come 7pm I’m spent and just want to sit on my arse for a few hours. And yes, there has been a few times where Taylor seems to have eaten her dinner quicker than usual, we’ve given her a bath and then looked at the clock and both said, “How the hell is it only 6.15?” Iggle Piggle (and Taylor) cannot get into bed soon enough some days.
Can you relate to any of this? What are your ‘parenting pitfalls?’