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  • I Sucked Ass At Being A Mum Today

    I sucked ass at being a mom today. Some days, I feel like I’m not doing a good job at this mom thing. Because it’s so fucking hard. I know, I know, it’s always worth it, and I love my kids. But man, when did it get so hard?

     

    Today I yelled too much at them, they watched too much tv, I fed them pasta, which they glazed over, picking out most of the nutrients.

     

    I yelled at them to stop yelling (funny huh?), I told my son to stop calling his sister “poopy head” at least thirty times today. Something I never thought I would be doing. ⁣

     

    As I write this caption, I am sitting on my bedroom floor. Hiding. Trying to get a moment of silence. It’s so hard some days. And I know I’m not alone.

     

    There’s no “silver lining” to this post.

     

    Being a mom is fucking hard.

     

    That’s all.

     

    Everyday, I tell myself “tomorrow! Tomorrow will be the day I don’t yell. Tomorrow will be the day I talk calmly all day to them. Tomorrow will be the day they won’t fight with each other. Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. Easier.” ⁣

     

    And whenever I lay them down to bed at night, I look at those beautiful souls I created and think “how could I ever be so mad at them?” It’s a routine I have had for the past few years now.

     

    Being a mom is fucking hard. And I suck at it a lot of the time. But that’s okay, because I’m trying my best to raise good, kind, decent, loving human beings, in a world so cold. ⁣

     

    There’s no way that’s going to be easy.

     

    Keep going mama, we got this. Even if we fucking suck some times.

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  • A Day In The Life Of A Lazy Father

    Dear Diary,
    Last night was difficult – the baby woke up crying for a bottle and briefly woke me up too.
    I woke my partner and then pretended to be asleep, so she’d have to deal with her. I fell back to sleep within seconds, but I’m so knackered. 

    I’m sure she’s fine, she’s used to having no sleep. 

    This morning, I jumped out of bed, made myself some breakfast, I enjoyed a nice, hot coffee before having a relaxing poo, followed by jumping in to a hot shower on my own.

    I didn’t make her anything for breakfast, though – she’s used to doing everything on her own; she doesn’t need my help.

    I put my clean boxers and socks on, my freshly ironed work clothes and it was only 07:40 – I leave at 08:00. 
    So, with all this spare time I had before leaving for work, I sat scrolling through my phone and watched her feed the baby whilst listening to her complain that she misses having a hot drink and something to eat without stopping every five minutes.

    Probably hormones. She’s always moody.

    Well, with 20 minutes spare and nothing to do, I left early for work so I didn’t get stuck in shitty traffic; she had loads of housework to do anyway, better not get in the way of that. 
    I would help do a little bit, but I’d rather listen to the radio and have some quiet time before work.

    Work is so stressful. 

    Five days out of seven, I have to spend time with adults and socialise a bit. I get two fifteen minute tea breaks and an hour’s lunch – completely alone. 
    On the plus side, I get a career and I know I’ll always be financially stable, so that’s a perk I guess.
    My lunch was actually quite enjoyable – she packed my favourite snacks and made me a sandwich with my favourite filling!  
    With an hour spare, I had plenty of time to reflect on my thoughts and actually, plan a night out with the lads.

    I deserve it, I think. I only get two whole days and every evening to myself a week.

    She won’t have plans anyway, she has a baby to look after.
    Actually, I had a message from her on my break to tell me what was for dinner when I got home, that our baby had rolled over for the first time, that she loves me so much and and can’t wait for me to come home and spend the weekend with them as a family. 

    She’s so needy, I only left a few hours ago.

    I don’t think she’ll be happy when I tell her I’m going out with the lads at the weekend, but it’s tough. I earn the wage and put a roof over her head, I’m allowed. 

    She has no friends anyway, they seem to have ditched her since having our baby.

     
    I drove home from work after a tough day typing emails and speaking to clients, I could smell dinner as I pulled up, but was shocked to see her when I walked through the door.
    She was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, she’d had no wash, there was more washing piled up and now she’s asking me to take the baby aswell. 

    I told her that I couldn’t and I wanted to sort myself out after work. 

    God, can I just have a minute to myself, please?

    I took another hot shower and put my clean clothes on, sat down and complained at how hard my day’s been. 

    I’m allowed to complain, right? She doesn’t work, so she doesn’t know how it feels. 

    Out of nowhere, she burst in to tears and asked why I didn’t reply to her message at lunchtime; she asked if I still loved her and why I don’t help her out with our baby. 

    I ignored her, had my dinner and decided to nip out for a drive to get some space, I needed to vent to somebody. 
    Plus, the baby started crying again and needed rocking to sleep – I thought I had better leave her to it. 
    I came back a bit later and the baby was asleep. 

    Peace and quiet, finally.

    She was in a bad mood when I got in, so I just went straight to bed – I have work tomorrow and I need a decent night’s sleep. 
    Having a baby is hard work.
    Goodnight.

     

  • Lazy Parents Are The Best Type Of Parents

    Lazy parents are the best So I’ve been called a lazy parent because I do very little in and around the house, but I do I really do you just can’t see it.

    I don’t wash up like EVER, my children do, they have learnt how to delegate who does what, one washing, one drying and one putting away. I don’t work out my bills my 12 year old does our household budget, he’s learnt so much and can ensure we have enough money to cover everything, I have kids who switch off lights and don’t keep the tap running when brushing their teeth.

    The kids work out the meal plan for the week and help write the shopping list, they have learnt about needs and wants, healthy and unhealthy and how a balanced and tasty diet doesn’t need to cost a fortune.

    My kids can change beds, they can fix the wi-fi when it stops working, add screen wash into the car, use a washing machine, run a Hoover and balance a bank account.

    So all this makes me lazy does it? Actually I think it makes me a pretty good parent, one day my children will move out and they will be able to run a home, surely it is my role as their mum to teach them more than just maths and English. Let’s face it how often do we use algebra in our day-to-day life, why are we so quick to do for our kids and not teaching them life skills.

    I work hard teaching my children but you can call it lazy if you like. Before anyone jumps on me, my children are enjoying their childhoods their tasks take very little time, they play football, go horse riding and play the awful game fortnite, splash in the pool and are normal well-rounded happy kids plus their mum is always happy and ready to play or go on little outings as I am not exhausted or stressed out and neither are my kids.

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  • Children punished for lazy or poor parents

    Children punished for lazy or poor parents.

    A number of schools across the United Kingdom have strict policies and rules most people are able to abide by these without a problem.

    At one school in Essex if a child does not have the correct footwear or uniform the child will lose part if not all of their lunch or break time, the same punishment is used if the child arrives late for school.

    One child is regularly late due to his mother having late nights drinking and not awaking early enough to get her son to school, the school are aware of this and social services are helping to support the mother.

    This boy is seven he gets himself dressed and ready to go and begs his mum to get up or to allow him to walk the two miles to his school but every day he is late even if only by a few minutes but he is penalised, this is not in any way the child’s fault.

    Another little girl has not had a break time since the start of term as her mother cannot afford to buy her new school shoes the child has to attend school in trainers.

    The mother has explained to the school that times are extremely hard and she is struggling to even have enough money to feed her child, the school is not understanding and told the mother that the uniform policy is there for a reason and suggested she borrow money from someone to get shoes, a few of the mums at the school ended up having a whip round and bought the girl a brand new pair of school shoes.

    So these are extreme situations but times are hard for many people, and some people have to travel a fair distance to get to school, if a child is not old enough to buy their own clothes and take themselves to school surely the parents should be punished not the child and circumstances should be taken into account, no child or parent should be penalised for being on the bread line or struggling with travel arrangement.

     

  • Too Lazy To Move

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  • A Day In The Life Of A Lazy Father

    Dear Diary,
    Last night was difficult – the baby woke up crying for a bottle and briefly woke me up too.
    I woke my partner and then pretended to be asleep, so she’d have to deal with her. I fell back to sleep within seconds, but I’m so knackered. 

    I’m sure she’s fine, she’s used to having no sleep. 

    This morning, I jumped out of bed, made myself some breakfast, I enjoyed a nice, hot coffee before having a relaxing poo, followed by jumping in to a hot shower on my own.

    I didn’t make her anything for breakfast, though – she’s used to doing everything on her own; she doesn’t need my help.

    I put my clean boxers and socks on, my freshly ironed work clothes and it was only 07:40 – I leave at 08:00. 
    So, with all this spare time I had before leaving for work, I sat scrolling through my phone and watched her feed the baby whilst listening to her complain that she misses having a hot drink and something to eat without stopping every five minutes.

    Probably hormones. She’s always moody.

    Well, with 20 minutes spare and nothing to do, I left early for work so I didn’t get stuck in shitty traffic; she had loads of housework to do anyway, better not get in the way of that. 
    I would help do a little bit, but I’d rather listen to the radio and have some quiet time before work.

    Work is so stressful. 

    Five days out of seven, I have to spend time with adults and socialise a bit. I get two fifteen minute tea breaks and an hour’s lunch – completely alone. 
    On the plus side, I get a career and I know I’ll always be financially stable, so that’s a perk I guess.
    My lunch was actually quite enjoyable – she packed my favourite snacks and made me a sandwich with my favourite filling!  
    With an hour spare, I had plenty of time to reflect on my thoughts and actually, plan a night out with the lads.

    I deserve it, I think. I only get two whole days and every evening to myself a week.

    She won’t have plans anyway, she has a baby to look after.
    Actually, I had a message from her on my break to tell me what was for dinner when I got home, that our baby had rolled over for the first time, that she loves me so much and and can’t wait for me to come home and spend the weekend with them as a family. 

    She’s so needy, I only left a few hours ago.

    I don’t think she’ll be happy when I tell her I’m going out with the lads at the weekend, but it’s tough. I earn the wage and put a roof over her head, I’m allowed. 

    She has no friends anyway, they seem to have ditched her since having our baby.

     
    I drove home from work after a tough day typing emails and speaking to clients, I could smell dinner as I pulled up, but was shocked to see her when I walked through the door.
    She was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, she’d had no wash, there was more washing piled up and now she’s asking me to take the baby aswell. 

    I told her that I couldn’t and I wanted to sort myself out after work. 

    God, can I just have a minute to myself, please?

    I took another hot shower and put my clean clothes on, sat down and complained at how hard my day’s been. 

    I’m allowed to complain, right? She doesn’t work, so she doesn’t know how it feels. 

    Out of nowhere, she burst in to tears and asked why I didn’t reply to her message at lunchtime; she asked if I still loved her and why I don’t help her out with our baby. 

    I ignored her, had my dinner and decided to nip out for a drive to get some space, I needed to vent to somebody. 
    Plus, the baby started crying again and needed rocking to sleep – I thought I had better leave her to it. 
    I came back a bit later and the baby was asleep. 

    Peace and quiet, finally.

    She was in a bad mood when I got in, so I just went straight to bed – I have work tomorrow and I need a decent night’s sleep. 
    Having a baby is hard work.
    Goodnight.