Although it was never something I read about in Gina Ford*, parenting and guilt go hand in hand! Like two peas in a pod, you can’t have one without the other. I always feel as if I’m doing amazing at one thing, but then completely s**t at another!
If I’m been a good mum, then I’m been a bad girlfriend
If I’m on top of the housework, then I’m neglecting** Rory
I suspect this feeling will only worsen when I return to work. But that’s six months away (not that I’m counting) so we wont worry about that just yet!
In an attempt to rid myself of my parental sins, I have decide to run a weekly confessional. I like to think I’m a pretty good mum, or at least I try to be, but like everyone I don’t come without faults.
So here goes…
If you’re a fan of social media you may have seen that on Saturday myself and Ryan spent the evening out with some friends at our local Bangladeshi restaurant. With little Rory enjoying a sleepover at Nanny and Grandads, it gave us an opportunity to let our hair down.
Now if you’re in the Sheffield area and have a hankering for a curry I cannot recommend Cutlers Spice enough. I had one of the speciality fish curry’s which I would say is one of the best I have ever eaten!
I digressed, where was I? Oh yes, letting my hair down! I’m not entirely sure how many bottles of prosecco I drank, but what I can be sure of is that the end result was not a pretty sight. Well I imagine that it wasn’t a pretty sight, strictly speaking I don’t really remember much after unceremoniously throwing up on my friends doorstep! If you wanted classy this is not the blog for you!!
As you can imagine the next morning I did not feel my best. I longed to spend the day in my PJ’s watching Disney films and eating away my hangover! But I’m a mummy now, and mummies don’t get duvet days, especially not self inflicted duvet days!
With Ryan’s help we successfully managed to retrieve our offspring from his parents, without me throwing up (again), and headed home via McDonald’s. Now here comes the confession…
I’m sitting on the sofa debating if the McDonald’s I’m about to eat is going to make me feel better or worse. Ryan is already preoccupied with his meal, having not drank as much as me he is nowhere near as hung-over. Rory sits between us, slowly losing interest in his Sophie, he begins to whinge. So I give him a chip.
There I said it! I was that hung-over that I gave my six month old child his first ever McDonald’s chip, just to keep him quiet!
In the light of a new day I am obviously very disappointed by my actions. But I think the important thing is that I have learnt my lesson. Will I drink that much prosecco again? Probably! Will I arrange to pick Rory up the next day at 12pm? Certainly not!
With love xx
* I must point out that although I did read the majority of Gina Fords ‘The contented little baby’ I do not recall it mentioning anything about mum guilt. This is not to say that mum guilt, is not something Gina could advise you on. She seems quite educated in all aspects of parenthood so I’m pretty sure she’d have something to say on the subject!
**Now when I say neglecting what I actually mean is moving him between his jumperoo, bouncer, high chair and play mat. I tend to do this at ten minute intervals, similar to interval training. It keeps him entertained without him getting bored and enables me to do chores using both hands. The theory is that if I can do the chores using both hands I can get them done quicker. This then means we can get back to Rory time quicker!