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How to be a Bad Mum in 24hours.
1. Yesterday after coming home from mother's group I left Little Precious in her pram asleep in the front room. I shut the door so that Rumple wouldn't go in there. When I went in at 5pm to wake her up for her feed I found that she was already awake and had been for some time (I really really really hope only 5minutes). She was screaming her poor little head off, tears pouring down her cheeks. Clearly she'd woken, cried out for me and when I hadn't come she got a little distressed. I still feel bad about this. But make matters worse....
2. After having fed her and made her all happy again I thought I would have a bath with her. We could have some nice bonding time and I could make up for leaving her crying. In we hop, all lovely and warm and having a play. I think "wouldn't it be nice to float her on her tummy because she's always on her back in the water". Onto her tummy she goes, bobs her head and gulps a great load of bathwater in. Not happy. A little cough then a feed and we are all happy again. Relief. Redeemed. Not going so well on the mummy front today.
3. Still making up for it I give her a baby massage. In the process I somehow make her hair go funny so this morning I dampen it, grab a towel and start to dry it off. It's not working so well for me so I take her and the towel into the Happy Husband and he has a go. Once he finishes he steps back, shrieks and starts doing leap-frog like actions backwards across the kitchen. I see something that looks like a stick insect and so am torn between concern and thinking that this is the funniest thing I have seen in a long time.
It's not so funny when I see what he has in his hand...(keep in mind we had just rubbed this towel vigorously on her head twice).
I am a bad, bad, mummy.
8 comments:
Woah! That looks nasty!
But relax... I was dropped on my head, had a rock accidentally thrown at my head (it hit, too) and various other goodies so relatively speaking, I think you're ok.
And doubtless the good things you do far far FAR outweigh the occasional thing like this...
Lou...
I think everyone has bad mummy moments, its part of being human right?
I think i still need therapy. Probably to do with all the accidents and injuries that go along with being a twin...twice the amount to look out for, and once they get big enough, one is always beating up on the other... do not forget my broken shoulder courtesy of my brother..
xo. you're a better mummy for owning up to your mistakes and not acting like a superhero all the time...although you can be one some of the time and thats fine.
Oh, that WAS as bad day. Hope they have become better! we all have done bad mum things at one time or another
That sounds familiar to me and its great that you can smile about it - simply because there are days that it will be the only thing to cling to. Great post!
sorry, but lol
that's exactly the kind of thing that I set up screw up tuesdays for .
Ouch! But, while not wanting to rain on your parade, I've seen some mothers do soooooo much worse, it's actually a miracle their kids are not in in-patient therapy!
I'm sure your child will be fine, considering your positive experiences outweigh the negatives.
Oh, and I was dropped on my (bald) head by my cousin when I was around a year old --- no damage done. Yet.
Well, I think we all have days like that and we just keep going and hope they don't remember! I am sure that the love is the thing remembered the most.
Thanks for visiting me and making my SITS day so special!
Oh my....lol....sorry....but these things do happen and I'm guessing it fared out alright. But to have your best set plans go awry time and again.....well, I can relate and can now laugh.....one day you will too.
My poor husband, trying to be a helpful hubby / good father, agreed to change our daughter's diaper and stuck her with the safety pin......never offered to diaper her again. Then he tried again....this time it was dressing her. I gave him a t-shirt (that snaps at the crotch and at the shoulder) to put on her. He was doing just fine until he went to snap the snaps at the shoulder and didn't realize he was trying to snap it through her skin. Needless to say she was screaming and he refused to ever dress her again.
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