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  • No Child Is The Same But Please Second Born Child Go To Sleep

    Why can’t you sleep?

    Have you ever heard the saying ‘no child is the same’ ? When I found out I was pregnant with my second daughter I thought it was going to be a breeze, just like it was with my first. She slept through the night from 5weeks and was in her own room by 3months (with me checking on her every 5minutes and constantly watching the baby monitor).

    Then that’s when I heard this saying for the first time, I didn’t think anything of it, is just thought ‘oh it’s fine I will get her into a routine from a young age and she will sleep through the night just like her big sister’ well how wrong was I?

    I got into the routine of either letting her sleep on me or tapping her bum to get her to sleep. She would wake in the night and I would just tap her bum or pick her up – big mistake! I decided to put her in her big sisters bedroom and hope she would sleep through.

    She slept a lot better, she went every 4-5hours instead of every hour. This was an improvement, I was happy. She started to get older and nap less and less but still didn’t go through the whole night. I tried everything. She is now 2 and half.

    She gets up every morning without fail at 6am, no matter how many times she got up during the night before she still gets up at that time. She no longer naps and goes to bed at 6pm at night. No matter how late she goes to bed or how much I wear her out during the day she does not sleep through the night. No matter what I do she don’t sleep longer that 4hours. So next time you hear that saying, don’t be silly like me and think your child will be like their older sibling.. because I can tell you now, they won’t!

  • It’s Okay To Find Your Kids Annoying

    I was at the grocery today with the kids when I probably said a little too loudly, NOT in my nice mom voice, “You know I love you very much, but you’re REALLY annoying me today.”

    Right then a young couple walked by, presumably with no kids because the man uttered, “Well that was brutally honest.”

    To which I replied with a sickening sweet smile, “Well they ARE being brutally annoying.”

    And of course a lovely elderly woman strolled by and chimed in, “They grow up fast…you’re going to miss this someday.”

    Really? REALLY? You think I’m going to miss being tortured by two kids in a grocery store someday?

    After they fought alllllll morning and had their water guns thrown away because they wouldn’t stop shooting each other in the eyes. Not to mention one was grounded for an hour, and I had to rip them apart not once, but twice prior to the produce aisle because they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other!

    I promise, I won’t miss THIS part of motherhood. And I really think people need to be a little more supportive and a little less critical of mothers, especially in stores.

    Of course we love them, they are hilarious, sweet, loving, adorable, and fun to be around. But sometimes they act like a**hats and we lose it. And it’s OK to not love every part of motherhood.

    It’s OK to not want to read that same book again tonight.

    It’s OK to lock yourself in your room and binge watch The Great British Baking Show.

    It’s OK to run out after the grocery store and leave your kids with your husband because you need an hour of alone tome at the nail salon.

    And it’s totally OK to tell your kids they’re being annoying in Public when you’ve already broken up 19 fights before you got to the store, and they are STILL wrestling like bear cubs while you’re trying to shuck corn!

    What’s not OK is to judge another mother or say something to her that isn’t helpful – when she’s clearly at the end of her rope.

    So if you see someone like me someday in public and think, “She’s really on edge.” Maybe, I don’t know…offer her encouragement. 🤷‍♀️

    Like, “You’re doing a great job mama!” 👊🏼

    But please spare us the side eyes, glares and snide comments. We are doing the best we can – and sometimes kids need a dose of reality from the person that loves them the fiercest.

    Also my gel manicure was lovely and now I’m ready to go home and snuggle.

    As long as they still aren’t being annoying.

    (You can read more HERE–> https://kristenhewitt.me/its-ok-to-not-love-every-part-of-motherhood-especially-taking-kids-to-the-grocery-store/

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  • Poem For Children To Encourage Murdering Siblings

    Kayla Sykes has taken to Facebook with concerns over a poem published.

    Sykes said “If you happen to shop at Costco please do not buy the children’s book “No More Poems.” It includes a horrifying poem with specific details on how to kill your younger sibling. It’s absolutely disgusting. I hope this posts reaches Costco and the publisher, as the author Rhett Miller has blocked me on Facebook.

    Talk about putting ideas in a child’s head. I’m so disgusted this was even published. The publisher of this book is Little, Brown and Company”

    The first verse of the poem read “Brotherly Love,

    Please don’t push your brother out the window, little miss.

    I know he’s asking for it I am quite aware of this but if you push your brother out the window he’ll go splat and once he’s squished there isn’t any coming back from that”

    Poem For Children To Encourage Murdering Siblings
    Poem For Children To Encourage Murdering Siblings

    one verse reads “If you take a pillow and smother brothers head, ive got a strong suspicion that he might wake up dead, or worse he’d be a vegetable oh bitter irony. He hasn’t eaten one of those in his whole history”

     

    What are your thoughts? Is this book too much or no worse than traditional fairy tales about plaques, deaths and murders

     

  • Children Of Narcissitic Parents Fall Into These Categories

    Children of Narcissistic Parents usually fall in to one of the following three categories:

    1. The Runner, this one tends to move as far away as possible and often cuts all contact with their narcissistic parent, sometimes even telling other their mum/dad has passed away or they grew up without parents to avoid having to talk about them, the runner realises that no matter what they say or do their narcissistic parent will never change their ways.

    2. The rebel/scapegoat, this is the one that stands up to the abuser and will forever try to get them to see the error of their ways, basically like beating their head against a brick wall, they will also take the blame for siblings rather than see them getting it in the ear, no matter what the narcississistic parent throws at them they will stand their ground.

    3. The golden child, this is the one child/sibling who rarely gets into trouble, mum/dad will throw praise at them when ever possible and often ask their siblings why they can’t be more like them, the golden child will either love the special treatment or grow to resent their narcissistic parent and possible become a runner or a rebel.

    Do you fall into one of these three categories, if so which one? Did you grow up with a narcissistic parent, what steps did you take as to resolve some of the hurt? Let us know in the comments section.

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  • Dear First Born I Am Still Here

    “Ugh, Mum, you never pay any attention to me!” my oldest child said in a huff the other day. Her delicate features crumpled on her face as she crossed her arms and frowned at me.

    I tried to not laugh out loud as I pulled her in close to me, remembering the months we spent together, alone—just her and me. The days I literally spent just holding her, the hours I spent reading with her, the naps we shared, the classes we took together to teach her to swim, the way she was my entire world and how she changed my entire world.


    I can tell her these things, of course, but she won’t remember them. The truth is, my daughter, you’ll never know how I studied you, each and every freckle on your nose an imprint on my heart, your features so new and yet familiar at the same time.


    You’ll never know the way I watched you sleep, echoes of “you should sleep when the baby sleeps!” filling my head, but I couldn’t look away, so in awe of the simple fact that you were here, that you once resided curled up inside of me.


    You’ll never know the laps I took, the weariness settling into my bones as I hushed and bounced and prayed, willing you to find peace against the pain I didn’t know was in your belly. You’ll never know the decisions that seemed so big at the time: Breastfeeding or not? Lifelong ban on french fries or give in early? Organic strawberries or save the money?


    You’ll never know how my breath catches still when I catch a glimpse of you, how startling it is when you seem to grow up overnight, when you move with the grace of a woman but sleep like the baby I once held.


    You’ll never know the way a heart can beat outside the body, steadfast and strong, unwavering in its dedication to you.


    You’ll never know how my biggest fear in life is losing you, is of you slipping away from me, slowly as you grow.

    You’ll never know how unfit I feel for this job sometimes, how much I want to hide under my covers, how many times I offer up a silent “Are you sure you meant me for this gig?” to the universe.


    You’ll never know how I see myself in you, something that frightens me, even as it thrills me.


    You’ll never know how I love watching you grow up, how I see everything you do for your siblings, how you bear the burden of being the oldest—and a girl at that—so very gracefully.


    You’ll never know that I still watch you when you sleep, that I will never stop brushing the stray hair our of your eyes so I can see your beautiful face.


    You’ll never know what rage a mother can feel when someone crosses her little girl, the way my stomach hurts for you when you get nervous, the way I feel what you feel.


    You’ll never know how my biggest fear in life is losing you, is of you slipping away from me, slowly as you grow.


    You’ll never know how every step, every breath, every time I see you think of another, every story you tell, every movement you make, makes me marvel at the gift you are.


    You’ll never know, dear daughter of mine, how you became my entire world, changed my entire world, and will always be my world.


    But I am here. Even when you think I’m not. And that’s a promise.


    Credit: Chaunie Brusie 



    https://mom.me/kids/101655-youll-never-know

  • Being A Big Brother Is Hard

    My name is Harrison and I am nearly 11, I have a little brother and sister, I want to share with you what its like to be the oldest sibling.

    I often get blamed for things I did not do and mum says I should know better.

    Mum always expects me to tidy my room even though I share with my brother and he’s the one that makes most of the mess…thats not fair, is it?

    I hate meal times, we all sit round our dining room table to eat, mum is trying and clearly failing to teach my brother and sister to eat like humans, they leave their mouths open when they chew, when they try to cut up their dinner bits go flying off their plate and no matter what mum cooks one of them will say “yuck” and cry when mum asks them to try some.

    They don’t understand much to be honest and you have to really dumb it down for them to kind of understand, this can be frustrating.

    The front room TV belongs to my sister, she watches Talking pigs, and dogs driving cars and stupid songs, its rubbish, if I dare change the channel she will scream so it’s not worth the hassle.

    My mum is on her own, she tries to make lots of time for me but its hard with the terrible duo around, I do appreciate it more when we get sometime for just me and her.

    Just once I would like not to have to flush their poo, mum and I have both showed them where the flusher is, but nope they poop and run.

    They love me and want to cuddle and kiss me but they are sticky and that’s really not nice.

    My stuff is never mine for long, they destroy anything nice or hide it from me, its like a game to wind me up, they want what ever I have even if they don’t really need it.

    Even my own bed isn’t safe, they will sneak in for night time cuddles but this makes me hot and sweaty and once my sister peed in my bed.

    They take all the good snacks and will leave crumbs and wrappers where ever they go, my little brother doesn’t like to share and will often sneak snacks. 

    Both of them ask me stupid questions, like why don’t dinosaurs live here now and when I tell them they argue with me and answer their own question with the wrong information, like seriously why ask me and not want to hear my reply.

    Games are not fun, if you beat them at anything they will cry and cry and cry and if they win they tease me.

    I sometimes am dragged to little kids parties, someone explain to me how a man dressed as a monkey whilst the wheels on the bus is played in the background is remotely fun.

    It is totally and utterly impossible to have any quiet time in this house.

    Mum has turned me into a shop slave, I’m forced to get bread whenever required, but at least its quiet on the 3 minute walk and sometimes I get to keep the change.

    Mum also asks me for help with bits and bobs like taking the washing up stairs or laying the table, she never asks my siblings as they can’t even tie their shoe laces yet. But I don’t mind helping as my mum works hard.

    There is no privacy in this house, I can’t take a bath without one of them wanting to join me or using the toilet, they don’t have any issues with privacy themselves as they will happily run round the house naked or poop with the door open.

    It’s not all bad though I’m never lonely and there is always someone to play with or snuggle up to.

    I think Christmas would be too quiet without siblings, it’s the one day I love the noise and excited screams.

    I feel so proud of them when they learn anything new or achieve something.

    I like teaching them new skills, like my little sister couldn’t say Dora for ages she would call her Dor-Dor and I spent a week teaching her how to say it properly and this made me so happy.

    I feel having younger siblings has made me more patient and I’m so over protective of them, I will never let anything bad happen to them.

    I Love them even though they are really annoying and often smell.

    Being a big brother is awesome and I would not wish my life to be any different.

    Harrison