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Mums Prank On Son Lands Her In Jail
Mums prank on son lands her In jail
How often have you cleared up your child’s mess and thought to yourself wait til you get your own place then you will see, well one mum did just this.
Chloe Thomas’s son Harry moved into his first flat at the age of 20.
His mum was given a key and what she did next got her into big trouble.
Chloe went to her sons flat and threw cereal all over the sofa, smeared yogurt all over the windows, drew on the freshly painted walls, peed all over the toilet seat and floor.
But she wasn’t finished yet she unrolled the toilet paper, took a bite out of every apple, poured juice on the table and all over the tv and pulled every piece of clothing out of the wardrobe, and lastly she smashed all the dinner plates and made a tower out of coffee cups.
When her son arrived home and saw his mum sat on the cereal covered sofa whilst eating Nutella out of the jar with the tv remote he didn’t take it well and called the police.
Chloe was taken into custody and eventually order to pay damages.
Chloe told Mums advice “it was pay back for years of destruction in my own home, ok maybe I went too far but my god it was fun”.
Harry commented “I can now see the funny side but at the time I was very annoyed I had spent so much time and money getting the flat how I wanted it, I guess I know what to expect when I have my own children”.
What’s your thoughts did the mum go too far and act inappropriately or was she an evil genius just giving pay back for years of mess and destruction?
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Warning To Bugaboo Pram Owners
Warning for all looking to buy Bugaboo pram!!! Our Bugaboo 3 pram collapsed suddenly today while carrying my 2-year-old on a busy road. The handle locking system malfunctioned causing the pram to lose it’s balance and collapsed.
My son was lying flat at the time and cracked his head on the metal frame when it collapsed, which resulted in head injuries and lots of blood loss. We took him to the nearby walk-in centre where the nurse has examined him and put in stitches to help healing the wound.
We are back home now, recovering from the shock and anger, while watching out for symptoms such as vomiting or loosing consciousness. Bugaboo has always marketed their products as reliable and sturdy, we’ve been extremely disappointed and would like to warn everybody who are looking to spend a fortune on this brand!
credit Joana Daley
Joana Daley posted this on Facebook and many other mums commented that they had similar problems with this Bugaboo pram, people are urged to report any such occurrences to the company in the hopes of a fix or a recall of the pram.
Several people also commented and said they have had no issues what so ever with the pram but said they would check the pram carefully before each use.
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Are You Risking Injuring Your Child When Picking Them Up?
How many times have you picked up your child by their arm? Have you ever playfully swung them by their arm? Take a read of this and find out why you should not.
Nursemaid’s elbow is a common injury in young children. It is sometimes referred to as “pulled elbow” because it can happen when a young child’s elbow is pulled and partially dislocates. The medical term for the injury is “radial head subluxation.”
Because a young child’s bones and muscles are still developing and growing, it takes very little force to pull the bones of the elbow partially out-of-place, making this injury very common. It occurs most often in children ages 1 to 4, but can happen any time from birth up to 7 years of age.
Although the injury may cause a lot of pain, a doctor usually can easily reset the elbow, quickly relieving any discomfort and restoring arm movement although the child may require a sling and pain relief.

Are You Risking Injuring Your Child When Picking Them Up? Nursemaid’s elbow normally happens when an adult holds a child’s hand or wrist and pulls suddenly on the arm to avoid a dangerous situation such as walking out into the road or to help the child up a step. The injury may also occur whilst playing when an older friend or family member swings a child around holding just the arms or hands, many parents have done this by both holding a child’s hand and swinging them as they walk along.
Nursemaid’s elbow is hardly ever caused by falling over. If a child injures the elbow when falling onto an outstretched hand or directly onto the elbow, it may be a broken bone rather than nursemaid’s elbow.
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To The Woman In Aldi That Made My Son Feel Awful
To the woman in Aldi that made my son and me feel like complete shit today.
I’m sorry you felt that my son being excited about getting a bag of his favorite apples and jumping up and down beside me was such a big deal that you needed to ask me to “control my kid because people are trying to shop.” when I told you that he can’t help it and was just excited, and even apologized to you, you decided to roll your eyes and cut me off. And then you did something I really wasnt expecting.
I’m not sure if you noticed it when you bent down, but Caden got excited again thinking you were coming to say hi. He used to be afraid of strangers. Weve been working on that. But instead of saying hi, you got close to his face and asked him “What is wrong with you, does your mommy never take you anywhere?” Then you pointed out that he didn’t say anything back to you. When I informed you that he is unable to talk, you laughed and said “No surprise there, he can’t even walk through a store” before walking away.
I’m not sure if you can tell, but you broke his fucking heart and mine when you did that. I left all of my groceries and walked out of the store. I took him to Wendys, his favorite place. I thought he would like some nuggets and he loves the apple slices there because they’re different colors and he can line the colors up on his tray. But he didn’t get excited. He didn’t smile or jump. He just sat there with the saddest fucking look on his face while he picked at his food. I hope you’re happy with yourself.
Signed, pissed off mama.
Edit: the woman was a customer. Not a worker.
Credit Hannah Sewell
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What Is Early Motherhood Really About?
What is early motherhood really about?
I often watch future mums getting ready for the arrival of their children, studying everything about a birth, being happy that they are ready for everything… There is nothing wrong with it. I don’t know one mother who would think otherwise in pregnancy.
However, I always see these mums being astonished when the baby comes into the world. Suddenly they find that the birth is just a beginning. Despite studying of 20 books, attending pregnancy yoga regularly and consulting everything beforehand with experienced mums, they feel they were not ready for anything. There is nothing wrong with that either. The truth is that no mother can be ready for what really comes with motherhood.
What is it that comes with motherhood then?
Let’s take it step by step.
I am not saying I know every mother in the world, or that it is up to me to speak for all women. However, from what I have experienced and seen, I can be almost certain that every mother is mentally unwell for at least some time after delivery. Why? As to her surprise, instead of overflowing with love and feelings of happiness, she often feels sorrow, emptiness, or even depression… Logically, she therefore feels there is something wrong with her. I am supposed to feel happy! She thinks. Wrong! Sadness and depression are totally common and natural feelings of a new mother. Often even during the pregnancy…
Apparently, it’s because the arrival of a child is the biggest change in one’s life that overturns your world by 180 degrees. Suddenly, you no longer do what you used to do before. You cannot even go to the shop freely. You realise what’s changing. Suddenly, you have in front of you a little child that constantly cries and you don’t know why and how to help them. You don’t sleep, you are desperate and drifting out to sea. You were prepared for a lot of crying and lack of sleep, but you were not prepared that both of these things would be happening at the same time. Moreover, the love between you and your child is initially not as strong as you might have expected. Maternal love does not come with a birth. It is a process that shapes itself and develops over time. The first weeks and months are therefore especially about a huge pressure on the psyche and looking for the right balance.
How come they don’t know about this then?
That’s the thing, they do. However, we are sweeping it underneath the carpet as leftovers until we get to the point when we crave even the slightest crumb. That is when we start to search for information from the real life and find out how many things we had missed up to this point.
I am sure you all have met with the definition of baby blues or postpartum depression. However, the truth is, that we mostly meet these terms only on a theoretical level. Even the statistical data of ‘up to 80% of women suffer from baby blues’ does not make it significant in our eyes, unless you experience it.
On the other hand, on the “most interesting”, practical level, we encounter the topic of motherhood mostly in the best possible light. Let’s just look around us. Everywhere we look we see happy, smiling faces of new mothers… Celebrities take pictures with their babies and their smile underlines the title ‘I experience the most beautiful time of my life’. The media and the indirect influences of the environment have always created the impression in us that motherhood is a synonymous to the greatest happiness. Why would we think the opposite?
Logically, we expect that the sense of unlimited happiness enters our lives with a child. It is true that feeling will come, but certainly not immediately. In the first stages, it is rather the opposite.
Why don’t mummies talk about it? It is simple. Since we are from each direction fed with the illusion that a mother has to experience feelings of pure happiness, if they don’t arrive, a mum feels bad and guilty. She feels she is failing and often falls into depression. It’s a vicious circle.
I also suffered from postpartum depression and I also felt that I had to hide it from others. It was some emotional instinct, mixed from the sense of shame and guilt that prevented me from admitting how I really felt.
However, it doesn’t have to go as far as depression. It’s enough if a mum doesn’t sleep and for a couple of hours a day constantly listens to a baby’s crying. For me personally, this combination of lack of sleep and crying was probably the hardest. Often, I went out in the evening, sat on the bench and kept looking in front of me in silence. Just for the sake of sanity.
Experiencing negative feelings at the beginning of motherhood is hence as natural as breathing.
How does a mum feel then when her surroundings ask her: “How are you feeling? You must be happy!” At times like this she got a feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach, she smiles politely and without a thought says: “Yes, of course I am.”
Vicious, endless circle.
However, it doesn’t have to be like this. Together, we can start to change it. Together, we can help other mums. Together, we can promote the true face of motherhood and reduce the consequences or occurrence of depression. All we have to do is be honest about motherhood. Honesty and openness will help us and it will help others. In addition, it will connect us on a totally different level with other people and bring us closer.
Don’t be afraid to admit that you’re having a bad day. That you don’t feel well. That you cry. That you’re overwhelmed. That sometimes (or often) you feel hopeless. There is nothing wrong about that, nor is it special. You don’t have to worry about people judging you. Do you really think that there is one perfect mum in the world that can allow herself to judge you and look at you from above? Mum like this exists only in our imagination. Real mums feel the same as we do.
You wouldn’t believe how relieved mums are when I tell them how I really feel, or how I’d felt at the beginning… Suddenly, a blood red returns to their faces and they begin to talk about themselves and their feelings. And I find that my story doesn’t really differ from others.
I believe that if mums were ready for reality, they would handle it more easily. It’s true that no mother can prepare for what comes with motherhood. What she can prepare for though, is that it will take some time for the feelings of happiness to arrive.
However, the good news is, they will come eventually. Sooner or later love of such an extent will arrive, that you cannot even imagine. Although the beginning is extremely difficult and stressful, as time passes, we also grow, each day we get closer with our baby, we get to know and love them more. Up until a day when they become an inseparable part of our life.
Although I become anxious or depressed even today sometimes, the level of these feelings can no longer be compared to what I was experiencing at the beginning. Today, I can’t even imagine my life without my children. I would die for them. And I feel this always, unconditionally and regardless of whether they are currently “good” or driving me crazy :).
It is strange how one can move from the feelings of deep depression to the feelings of love of such dimension. How is it possible that the most difficult time of our life suddenly turns into our greatest blessing?
I have no clue. But I know it’s a totally normal and natural process. Thanks to it we grow, we learn and we get stronger in many ways. Therefore, there is no reason to hide it. On the contrary, I think our feelings can be shown to the world with ease and pride ;).
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Little Boy Attacked By A Teenager In McDonalds
I’m not one to post my whole life and everything going on in it on Facebook, and I wasn’t ever planning to post anything about what happened to Charlie, but after a few days of over thinking and growing more and more frustrated following a phone call with the detective investigating his case, I’ve decided that I just need to vent!
This is a long story, but please take the time to read it, I feel it’s really important to share. A couple of weeks ago when in the McDonalds near Hampton in Peterborough, I was walking to the toilet with Charlie and Elsie. I had Elsie in front, guiding her forward with one hand, and Charlie behind holding onto my other hand. All of a sudden it felt like Charlie’s hand was snatched from mine, so instinctively I turned around imagining the worst, that someone was trying to grab him.
What I saw next had me so confused. I saw Charlie on the floor, and on top of him was a girl, of about 12/13 years of age, with fair wavy hair, just completely obscuring him from my view almost. On top of her almost, was what I assumed to be her mother. In that first half a second, I automatically assumed that she must have fallen onto him accidentally, and her mother with her, and then as I bent down to help my crying child up, I realised that her teeth were embedded into the top of his back.
This had come from absolutely nowhere. Then all I could see and hear was chaos. I could see her grappling with him and biting him as hard as she could, I could hear the animalistic sounds coming out of her mouth as she bit down, and her mum telling her to stop. I could hear Charlie, my little 5-year-old screaming for help, hysterical with the shock and the pain, and it all sort of blurred. Elsie was thankfully shut behind the protection of the door heading into the toilets, so I bent down as fast as I could, and started pulling at Charlie as her mum pulled on her.
The harder I pulled the stronger I realised she was and she just seemed to bite harder and thrash her body about on top of him. Charlie was beside himself, just screaming, and I was crying as I was begging her to stop. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to kick her, I wanted to pull her literally by the hair off of my child and I wanted to hurt her, anything to get her off, but I just couldn’t quite do it, because I knew she was a child, if a bigger one, and I knew she likely had some underlying condition that was leading her behaviour. As I looked up in desperation to her mother, all her mother said was “I’m sorry, she’s autistic”, as she continued to try to pull her off.
After what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably about 30 seconds, I managed to pull him away slightly.
Just enough that he started to move. As I moved him away further and as her mum tried to restrain her, she was lashing out at him, getting him wherever she could. Hitting, scratching, biting. Down his back, his bottom, his legs. All I could think was to get away, so I don’t even remember looking at anyone who must have witnessed this and yet not intervened, I just grabbed my screaming 5-year-old child, carried him through the door, got his 2-year-old sister who was being looked after by a kind man this whole time, and locked us in the nearest disabled toilet.
When we were in there I got on my knees and held Charlie, asked him where it hurt, and he just said, in between sobs, “everywhere”. I lifted his top up and felt sick at the sight of his back. There was blood running down from where she had broken through his skin with her teeth. He had red marks where she had slapped and hit him as hard as she could repeatedly, scratches, blotches that I knew would turn into bruising. Charlie’s only saving grace with his back I realised, was the fact he had been wearing a really thick, cotton joules top. Had it been a thin t-shirt of any sort like he normally wears, it would have been a hell of a lot worse and she likely would have taken a chunk of him with her.
I couldn’t believe she had bitten him so hard that she had managed to cut through his skin despite this. I wiped the blood away as gently as I could, and held a cold compress on there for a few minutes, and then I just needed to get out and get in the car before I dealt with the rest. I pulled his top down, grabbed their hands and left the toilet. When we got out the door all of a sudden, the girl who was now sitting at a table with her mum, leapt up to try to get to Charlie again, just shouting manically “naughty naughty naughty, he’s naughty”.
Her mum had to pin her down in her chair to stop her. Charlie started screaming hysterically all over again, hiding behind me just shouting “no mummy, no.” I genuinely just wanted to cry, but held it together. At this point, some staff came over and blocked her view of him, and his of her, and escorted us out. When we got outside they told us to sit down on a bench, and someone went in to get some ice for his back, proceeding to hold it on there for him when they came back out to reduce the swelling. They offered him and Elsie an ice cream (although he wouldn’t eat his), and then filled in an incident form with our details and what had happened.
I was crying freely along with Charlie the whole time, just completely traumatized and in shock by what had happened. I looked back in and could see the mum, still struggling to control who I assume was her daughter. I just wanted to go home, Charlie just kept asking to go home, so as soon as I had filled in our details, we went to the car, and both of us cried all the way home. I kept thinking all the way home, and whilst I was still there too, what do I do? Can I call the police? Does this girl’s autism mean that somehow her behaviour is outside of the law? What happens now?
I knew she must have some disability of some sort, and I was trying so hard to show some compassion and understanding, I really didn’t want to cause undue trouble. I kept going over and over it in my head, wondering if I was being unreasonable in my slowly developing anger. I’ve worked with autistic children before, and I’m a student children’s nurse so it’s not like I had a lack of understanding. I empathise with her mum and how I assumed she must be feeling, but it didn’t take away the pain I felt because of what my child had gone through, never mind the pain Charlie felt himself.
Once home, I stripped him down, ran him a bath, and properly looked at what she had done. He was covered in marks from the top of his back, right down to the top of his ankles. Worse than seeing the bruises that I knew would fade, was hearing him ask me “am I naughty? Why did she hurt me? Will other children hurt me now? Why? Why?”. I didn’t have all the answers, just tried to explain that he was safe, reassure him that this wouldn’t happen again, and try to put into words that this girl was poorly in her mind, and didn’t do it “on purpose”.
After deliberating some more, I decided to call the police through their 101 number. The scary truth was, I had decided, was that had it been my 2-year-old in her thin summer dress, the damage would have been so so much worse. If she had gone for the throat….or the face? And if this was a barely walking toddler or a baby in a car seat? I have no doubt in my mind that this girl could have killed a smaller child if she had taken a chunk out of their neck. She wanted to hurt and cause significant pain, and she didn’t seem to care for the outcome.
I felt like someone had to take responsibility because she wasn’t safe to be around small children, clearly? I spoke to a nice lady on the phone who took all the details, and told me they would investigate, look at the CCTV and get back to me. In the week following, my 5-year-old child’s behaviour seemed to suddenly deteriorate. He was moody, emotional and constantly asked questions about what had happened. Even worse, every other night at least he appeared to have started having night terrors.
He would wake up screaming, crying and drenched in sweat, and some mornings when I asked him how he was he didn’t even seem to remember waking in such a state. This incident hasn’t only affected my child physically, but has also affected him emotionally. The physical marks have faded slightly since, but I’m so concerned that the mental scars will take longer to disappear. He was prescribed antibiotics the next day due to the severity of his injuries to prevent infection, and after a couple more GP visits has been referred to counselling as well.
The police and more specifically the man handling the incident have rang me since and said the CCTV doesn’t cover the whole altercation, just the girl running from the tills with her mum, and diving on my child who is almost out of sight. McDonald’s have no CCTV outside to trace a car reg, and the mum refused to fill in an incident form so they don’t have her details. So what now? They’ve said they have a clear screenshot of her mums face they are rotating around local offices and organisations, but if no one knows her, then this mum won’t even get so much as a little advice as to how to address her child’s behaviour and whether it’s safe to have her around children.
This could happen again and next time this could be worse. Also, I don’t know about anyone else, but if I was that mother I would have been mortified. I would have gone out of my way to fix it, to get the victims details and send a card? A magazine? Anything! Just to apologise, because the guilt would have eaten me up! I’d have worked with anyone and everyone to protect other children from what I knew my own child was sometimes capable of. The officer who reviewed the CCTV said that judging by the mums reaction on the screen, she knew what was happening immediately, so she was aware of what her child was capable. I’m so angry! I’m so so very upset!
How can my child go through this, and yet no one is going to be held responsible? What is this teaching him? Who is protecting him? I’m trying so hard to be understanding to every aspect of the situation, but it just doesn’t seem right. If the girl who inflicted these horrific injuries on my child isn’t to blame, then is her mother? For allowing this to happen knowing what her child was capable of? Should I be angry at the McDonald’s staff because despite comforting and being great with Charlie afterwards, shouldn’t they have ensured 100% that they followed protocol and got mums details too?
Should I be angry at the police because I don’t feel like they are taking this seriously, just because this early teen is autistic? Does that mean no small child is safe when out and about in Peterborough? Should my child, or any child, really be scared to go in McDonald’s and eat a happy meal? I don’t want to be angry, I really don’t, because everyone I have spoken to has seemed helpful, and I’ve been offered support and extra help for Charlie from some lovely people through the police, but I just feel like Charlie is being failed and I just don’t know what to do?! Could people share this post and get the word around?. Does anyone have any advice? If someone knows the mother and the child it could be could they call 101 or contact me directly? Apparently they’ve been to that McDonald’s before a few times according to staff. I just want something!
Some sort of recognition, some form of justice? It’s just not right. It’s awful having to lay with your sobbing child most nights and seeing such fear and confusion in their eyes! As a mother it is truly heartbreaking! It hasn’t only affected Charlie either, the guilt I feel as a his mummy too, for not seeing her coming, for not protecting him, has me crying some nights. I need to gauge some sort of justice, or at least more understanding at where we stand in this situation? I seem to be hitting dead ends on my own, and the more time passes the more I just feel like somewhere along the line Charlie has been failed! What do I do? The photo below is just some of his injuries, please look, please share, please help? 💔
Jessica Emily

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6 Month Old Baby Badly Bitten At Day Care
I don’t normally post something personal like this, but we feel that sharing our sons story will be beneficial to other parents in the Hanover PA area. Recently there has been more and more of these kind of things happening and it’s honestly sickening.
On 09/15/2017 our son who was 6 months at the time was violently bitten 8 times at an in home daycare in Hanover, PA. After a hospital trip, police involvement, and child services involvement our son still did not get the justice he deserves.
The day of the incident I was working until 5PM. When I got off my father had told me something had happened to Gunnar and I needed to call the owner of the daycare. I called her and was told our son had been bitten by a 2yr old but she had cleaned the marks.
Not knowing what I was going to see when I got home I assumed it was something benign. When I got home and looked at Gunnar I was in SHOCK. Our little helpless baby was violently bitten 8 times while in daycare but I had to be the one to reach out to the daycare provider. No, she did not call me when this happened, no she did not report it, no she did not seek any medical attention, and most importantly she didn’t call ANYONE.

6 Month Old Baby Badly Bitten At Day Care She had told my mother while picking up Gunnar that she did not want to take pictures and that she did not fill out an incident report. Now, my mother works in a daycare so she knows the STATE REGULATIONS when something like this happens. So we knew she was hiding something. Why would she not report it or even take pictures?
Here was her story of what happened. She had explained to me that they were all outside that day. When she started bringing the kids inside, she brought a 1yr old and our infant son in first leaving the other children outside ALONE. She put the 1yr old in the pack and play, then placed our son on the floor.
Then proceeded to walk outside and leave the 1yr old and Gunnar in the house ALONE. According to her it was no more than 5 minutes she was outside before she heard Gunnar screaming. She ran in to find Gunnar on the floor being attacked by this 2yr old girl who supposedly snuck into the house while she was gathering the kids to come inside. As she put it she had to forcefully pull the toddler off of Gunnar.
She then stated she cleaned the bite marks and put the little girl on time out. Yet. still not phone calls were made. The extensiveness of these bite marks could not have been made in that little amount of time. Every single one of the 8 bite marks were open! Yup, broke through his skin.

6 Month Old Baby Badly Bitten At Day Care During the investigations we found out she was NOT a licensed daycare. We also found out that she had been indicated for child abuse/neglect on another account. Yet, somehow in the first hearing she was deemed compassionate and the judge dropped the charges. All because she put stuff on him to clean the bite marks. Not only did she lie about being a licensed daycare she also lied about her credibility. She left an infant alone on the floor while going outside and refused to report it.
Today while looking through the merchandiser I happened to glance at an add for an inhome daycare. Well come to find out, it’s HER! After everything she put us through, put Gunnar through she’s still running a daycare. She’s a lying irresponsible woman who should not be allowed to watch children. For all the moms and dads out there looking for a good daycare PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THEM TO HER! (her adds the first one)

6 Month Old Baby Badly Bitten At Day Care Credit Jamie Yarger
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Rude Joke Of The Day 1 Minute Read
Rude joke of the day 1 minute read
A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.
The little boy asked why he wore his collar that way. The man, who was a priest, said, ” I am a Father.”
The little boy replied, “My Daddy doesn’t wear his collar like that.”
The priest looked up from his book and answered, “I am the Father of many.”
The boy said, “My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn’t wear his collar that way.”
The priest, getting impatient, said, “I am the Father of hundreds” and went back to reading his book.
The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and said,”Maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar.”
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