There is always that one household in the neighbourhood where the kids are always screaming and anyone who walks by wonders “WTH?” Is the mom beating her kids or what?
I realised the other night, that in my neighbourhood, that household is me. I reassure you, I am not beating my kids. I will tell you WTH is going on.
I was changing his nappy.
I took his shoes off.
His toy got stuck.
He was getting a bath.
He was pooping.
The ice cream truck hasn’t come yet.
He is screaming because he thinks it is funny.
YouTube wasn’t loading fast enough.
I didn’t give him his bottle quick enough.
The chair wouldn’t move.
He woke up from his nap.
He is standing on a chair giving a speech.
And a whole other lot of nonsense reasons.
This goes along with my previous post about not judging mothers.
I love my kids and I hope that one day they will be happy. x