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  • Us Men Take For Granted The Ultimate Sacrifice Women Make

    As Men we often take for granted the ultimate sacrifice women have to make during the 9 month pregnancy process. Her body will go through unbelievable changes. She will be at risk of several different serious health issues. Her eating habits will increase. Her moods will swing. Her sleeping patterns will adjust, not forgetting the heartburn, vomiting, fatigue and the fact all her organs are moved to one side to make room for our growing child.

    Her self-esteem will take a hit, she will worry constantly about our growing baby, about the whole birth process, she will be scared of what sort of mum she may be, she will stress that she needs to buy more and be more prepared for the new arrival. And most importantly her life will be at risk.

    But we unfairly expect her body to snap back into place like it’s nothing. She will be left with battle marks and scars. She will try to hide them. She will struggle everyday with the feeling of if she is attractive enough. But the reality is, she has sacrificed her body and vanity to bring a life into this world. We should cherish her, compliment her daily and let her know that she is even more beautiful now than before, we must help her as much as we can and be the bet father and partner that we possibly can.

    Credit goes to Chris Perry and Mums advice

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  • I’m Not The Mum That Watches My Kids

    I’m not the Mum that watches my kids 24/7, I often watch from a distance with my feet up and a glass of wine in my hand, they don’t need me with them every second of the day.

    I’m the mom that yells up the stairs ” you better pack it in before I lose my shit and whack you sideways”. ( before you perfect parents jump on me it is perfectly acceptable in my eyes to threaten to physically harm them, I have never actually raised a hand to them).

    I’m also the Mum that waits for the real cry before going across the house to see what’s up ( I can tell when it is a whiney fake attention seeking cry to the shit I’m bleeding type of cry) . I’ll come for you being hurt but I don’t wanna come because your brother has the plastic cup you want. Figure that shit out on your own.

    I’m the mum who won’t rush across the park to scoop you up when you have had a little tumble, unless there is blood, a bone sticking out of your body or a serious injury, my kids are tough they ain’t no snowflake, they cry when they are hurt not when they have tripped.

    Stop raising incapable kids because they turn into incapable adults, stop following them everywhere, put the anti bacteria gel away, give them space to grow and learn, christ when we were growing up our mum would spit on our wounds and use her sleeve to wipe away the blood, our mums gave us the freedom to grow and learn.

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  • This Is What Depression Looks Like For Me

    This is what depression looks like.No. Not the clean dishes.

    But that there were that many dishes in the first place; that I’ve gone 2 weeks without doing them. 3 days ago I sat on the kitchen floor and stared at them while I cried. I knew they needed to be done. I wanted to do them so bad. But depression pulled me under. It sucked me in. Like a black hole. Rapidly, sinking quick-sand.

    I walked by them morning and night and all day long. And just looked at them. Telling myself that I could do them. Telling myself that I would. And feeling defeated everyday that I didn’t. Making the depression only that much worse because not accomplishing something that needs to be done is failure. Worthless. Failure. Piece of shit. Incompetent. Stupid. Lazy. All things that roll through the mind of someone with depression.

    All. Day. Long. Throw anxiety on top of it, and you’ve got yourself a real treat.            Being scared your husband will leave because he thinks you’re lazy. Being scared to let people into your home because they’ll think you’re nasty. Feeling like you’re failing your kids because for the 3rd night in a row you don’t have any clean dishes to cook dinner on.. so pizza it is. Again. And the worst part of it all, it’s not just with the dishes. The laundry, cleaning, dressing yourself, taking a shower, dressing your kids, brushing your and their teeth, normal everyday tasks. It all becomes a nightmare. A very daunting task.

    Somedays it doesn’t get done at all. Depression is something that “strong” people don’t talk about because they don’t want people to think they’re “weak”. You’re not weak. You’ve been strong for so long and through so many things, that your body needs a break. I don’t even care if the only thing you did today, was put deodorant on. I’m proud of you for it. Good job. I’m in your corner. I’m on your side. I’m not looking for sympathy, not in the slightest. But I am letting everyone know that I’m here for you. I get it. If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here to help.

    Full credit goes to the amazing Brittany Ernsperger

  • Single Mums You’re Ruining It For Dads

    Single Mums You’re Ruining It For Dads

    How dare you claim Father’s Day as your day!!!

    You are not mum and dad you may be raising your child or children alone but that doesn’t mean you magically sprout a penis for half the day, you did not make this hild alone, they have a father and you are not it.

    Just because the father of your child has ditched them, done a runner or acted like a total twat it still doesn’t make you a dad.

    How sad I felt when I scrolled down my Facebook yesterday and saw several mums congratulating and praising themselves ie “happy Father’s Day to me” or worse using the day to slag off their ex.

    Father’s Day is not for you, it is also not for the absent father it is a day to celebrate the amazing father’s who stand by their kids, and are a brilliant role model to their off spring!

    There are 365 days in the year to slag off your ex but Father’s Day should not be ruined for us great dads by bitter and twisted single mums who have nothing better to do with their time.

    Shut up, grow up, Mother’s Day is for you, birthdays, Christmas for Christ sake you can even claim easter or Valentines’s day but not bloody Father’s Day.

    Next year please keep your bitter rants to yourself, big up the great dads or stay silent, you just look like an idiot when you claim the day for yourself.

    Emailed in by Paul Amario

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  • Mums Punishment Is Causing Heated Debates

    Amanda Mitchell is causing a heated debate on Facebook with her parenting style.

    Mitchell said “I don’t usually post this kind of stuff but I’m so disgusted and disappointed in Hannah’s behaviour this week I just have to share.

    Long story short, I get a call from her teacher on Friday explaining how Hannah has been acting up all week in class, for substitutes and in other classes. At least two days in a row has been found wandering the halls during lunch when she is required to remain with her class. Was picking on one of her best friends and really hurt the little one’s feelings. Lying to other teachers about her own (AMAZING) teacher. And generally just acting like an asshole.

    Yes, I just said asshole why? Because she’s acting like one. I know she’s not an asshole but if the shoe fits, right?

    The result: an empty room. She has nothing. Welcome to Mommy’s Juvenile Detention little girl. She will wear the same outfit (complete with her anti-bullying shirt) all week. I will wash it at night once she goes to bed but I won’t tell her that. Harsh? Not in my opinion. If she grows up to break the law then the result is jail and that’s not what I want for my children. I think the problem with this generation is inadequate punishment. Punishment is bad we should only use positive reinforcement and ignore all bad behaviour – NOT in this house.

    So this child will earn her things back one at a time. Every day this week she will write lines …

    50 times each:

    I will not lie

    I will be kind to everyone

    I will behave at school

    I am my own person and I make my own choices (she’s been trying to blame her bad behaviour on a friend)

    I am responsible for my own actions

    And then this child will learn the hard way that we do not act like assholes 🙂”.

    Do you agree with her discipline idea? Is this punishment too harsh or a perfect life lesson? Let us know in the comments

  • Here Are Some Reasons NOT To Have Children

    If anyone here doesn’t have children and are thinking about procreation here’s about 264 reasons not to bother

    * you will on average fill yourself a bath up 4 times a week and never get to get in it

    * you will never ever have the chance to get yourself ready. One of your darling womb fruits will either shit themself puke on themselves puke on anything in a 6 metre radius and play in it thus spreading vomit around like the flu virus and putting pukey hand prints on unironed clothes you’ve laid out for yourself

    * your house will never be tidy. Imagine there’s an actual tornado twirling around your lounge dragging debris from your draws and under your sofa and you’re trying to pick it up and put it back but it just twirls and whirls and rips it all to pieces again

    * you wont ever be able to have a shit in peace. Not ever. The door will open and close on a loop the whole time you’re in there for a variety of reasons. The baby has fallen the cat is biting me where’s my bag

    *you’ll somehow find the time to have your hair done, promising to have it done every few months to keep on top of it. 7 months later you have 4 inches of dark root regrowth and the best you can do is put it into a pony tail looking like a crystal meth addict

    * your dressing gown will be your best friend. Its raining and the bins need taking out put your dressing gown on. Youve left something in the car from a week last Wednesday that someone really needs, put your dressing gown on. Someone really upsets you, put your dressing gown on. And so on

    * toilet roll. Youre probably best off joining Costco and bulk buying it weekly, if you don’t on day 3 you’ll be pretty sure people who don’t live here are coming in purely to wipe their arse holes

    * sleep. Now if you like sleep you’ll never get any ever again. Probably only counts if you’re the actual mother fathers don’t seem to have any trouble sleeping at all. Love them. You’ll be awake probably 5 out of the 7 hours you’re up there, finding dummys comfort blankets patting bottoms shooshing arrrrring and having little stubby fingers poked in your eyes. You finally manage to shut your eyes and some other fucker will make a god awful noise outside the door and you’ll start the whole process over again. Only for a about 7 years so don’t panic

    * laundry. Theres no such thing as a bottom of a washing basket. You’ll be utterly convinced people live in your house you’ve never met. Everyone will complain they have no clothes yet you spend 17 hours a day washing it drying it and putting it away.

    * food shopping. It cost the national debt. Dont think you’re being super clever by swapping certain brands for cheaper alternatives. The little fucking bastards can tell the difference immediately and you’re left with 36 fish fingers that no fucker will eat. Same applies to jam and peanut butter and pretty much everything else

    * leaving the house on time. Just forget it. You’ll plan to meet a friend for coffee at 11 and have to txt 36 times to put it back half an hour and by the time you’re ready its the following friday. The fleshy baby mammal will do a massive shit all up its back. It’ll puke projectile after ramming the tail of a dinosaur down its throat itll be hungry and then refuse to eat it so you offer it something else. You would have no doubt forgotten to do its fucking bottle because you’ve had a list of things to do longer than fucking schindlers

    * Don’t bother buying new furniture or new anything actually. They will fucking destroy it with sticky shit wet shit chocolate shit dinner shit and any other shit they can get their mischievous fat hands on

    * your car will resemble some kind of mobile recycling bin and if anyone else gets in they’ll subtly push the carnage aside with their feet. You will give up apologising. You either want a fucking lift or you don’t.

    Theres more but ive obviously ran out of time

    Youre welcome

    Full credit: Charlotte Blake

  • Soothing Words After Losing A Loved One

    I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.

    I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.

    I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

    “It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

    I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,

    You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.

    I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.

    I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

    I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.

    I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.

    I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

    I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.”

    You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

    I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

    It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.

    To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

    You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…

    in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

    The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning

    and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

    And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

    I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

    I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

    Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to me.

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  • Breast Is Best Even Dads Can Do It

    Breast is best we are all aware of the benefits of breastfeeding and more woman are doing just that, including extended feeding, all over the internet and the television are people promoting breastfeeding and explaining the benefits of doing so, Breast milk contains antibodies that help your baby fight off viruses and bacteria. Breastfeeding lowers your baby’s risk of having asthma or allergies. Plus, babies who are breastfed exclusively for the first 6 months, without any formula, have fewer ear infections, respiratory illnesses, and bouts of diarrhea.

    But there are some dads out there who are using their own nipples to comfort a crying baby, and people are arguing over this.

    One mum who wishes to stay anonymous told us ” I personally think men who use nipples to comfort a baby are sick in the head what on earth is wrong with just using a dummy, using your hairy arse nipples is bloody gross, and if you think it is normal you really need to seek mental help”

    Val Mitchell however doesn’t agree with the above lady , Val said “What a wonderful idea, dads will gain such a great bond with their precious baby, it’s cheaper than a dummy and when the mum is out the babby still feels the warmth of a body, hears the beat of a heart and has the comfort of the nipple, I wish my husband had done this when mine were small, it would have given me so much more freedom to go out and do a shop or pop and see a friend, my daughter Poppy would only take comfort from nipples so my husband couldn’t stay home alone with our daughter for long”.

    What are your thoughts do you think men using their nipples to comfort a baby is okay or just plain wrong? Let us know your thoughts in the comments

  • Wanna See Something Cool, Amazing Womb Connection

    Do you ever look at your child and see your mother in them, that smile, the way they move, the dodgy look they give you, yes of course you will see similarities after all your child and mother are genetically connected but they are closer than you may have thought.

    Wanna see something cool?! Did you know that your grandmother carried you inside her womb?? That’s right! A female fetus is born with all the eggs she will ever have in her lifetime. So when your Grandmother was carrying your Mother in her womb, you were a teeny tiny egg in your Mum’s ovaries 🤗. The three of you have been connected for a very long time❤

    I love this fact, I love the bond my own children have with their grandmother and now it is even more special and I look at my own Gran and think wow I was once inside you to, you also carried me before you even had your own daughter, my amazing mum.

    Emailed in by Brody Knox

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  • You Waking Up This Morning Was For A Reason

    I woke up this morning with oxygen in my lungs, full health and in no amount of pain. As did most of you, you went to bed, you went to sleep but you awoke, you are alive you are here.

    You may be sad, you may be tired, you may have a lot in your life that you are not happy with, but think of this, what would have happened if you didn’t awake today?

    Who would care for your child, how would they cope without you, you are a gift, you are a miracle, you are a hero and role model to your child, you are their entire life.

    Whatever is going on in your own life there is a little person who needs you more than anything.

    You waking up this morning was for a reason, and that reason calls you mum, your breath, your beating heart, you are a living breathing amazing person, how fortunate are we for our lives and that we get to share it with the people we love the most.

    Make today count, make every day special, even if it just means sitting down at the end of the day for a meal or a snuggle under a duvet watching a Disney film.

    Life is for living, yes you have to work, yes you have to pay bills, yes its bloody stressful but to that little person pulling on your skirt, today is the best day ever because of YOU!

    Full credit to Lette Marie Winter sent in via email

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