To ask you to confess :/

[MsMommie]

Because I see so many mums here on MN bragging and boasting about what great parents they are, digging away at other mums and pointing fingers, I would like to ask if anyone is brave enough to admit to any of their fuck ups, mistakes, moments of neglect??
Or are we all perfect here?? NC if you like.

On this site, or on AIBU specifically anyway, people are often loathe to admit any parenting failings as the tiniest thing always gets pulled apart, which is often not the main subject of the OP and the OP gets aggressively questioned about that thing and the thread is then sidetracked. I think that's what the OP is getting at.

So I was in McDonalds with my toddler when this man said...

WHAT? Why did you not take him to Giraffe? My kids have NEVER had a McDonalds. They just wouldn't eat it, they only eat hand-made organic burgers on my home-made buns.

My worst, so far, has been not to lower his cot in good time. He managed to go over the side, apparently head first. He was fine, but I ended up taking him to A&E just in case.

Generally, though, I'm lucky he is not the type to get into too much trouble.

Also staying with his dad for as long as I did, but that is another issue...

Both my DDs climbed/fell out of their cots more than once, Lweiji.

When DD2 did it a second time and the cot could not be lowered any further I just changed it into a bed. Then for another six months half the time I would find her asleep on cushions on the floor, but at least it wasn't far to fall and didn't wake her up.

Today I very loudly called my pram a dick head in public. I felt very silly afterwards

(I was dragging it out of the car, I have a bad back, it snagged. I called thr pram a dick head, which it was. Obviously.)

I had to manhandle my 4 year old into the classroom once. He really really wanted to take a transformers toy into school. School aren't too keen on toys from home being brought in due to them getting lost or broken and then parents get cross and there's the whole bragging thing...
Well he wouldn't take no for an answer, had a sort of weird collapse on the floor type tantrum, the likes of which I had not seen in him before, even when he was a toddler. Time was getting on, I could feel the stares so I just sort of bundled him in through the door as by that point parents were not allowed to go in too. I think I shouted something like "Bumblebee will be just fine AT HOME!" after him.
Will that do, op?
Also, my youngest likes to eat tissues. I dread to think what he'd do if he got hold of talc.

I'm a bloody amazing mother. I mothered him alone for 5 years. He is a brilliant kid and I know that some of that is down to me and my awesome mothering.

I also didn't realise that his cold was bronchiolitis until I popped him up to the GPs almost on a whim, and he was bluelighted to hospital and kept in for 4 nights on oxygen with a feeding tube.

I once hit him with in the ribs with a crab bucket because he was being a little turd. It's OK though, because we joke about it now. He tells people proudly. 'Mummy has never smacked me but she did once hit me with a crab bucket!'

He often goes to school with hair that looks exactly like a 7-year old boy's hair does when he's slept on it all night, because I can't be arsed to chase him around the house with a wet hairbrush before 8am in the morning. It's just not civilised.

He accidentally saw the bit in 8 Mile where Kim Basinger is having sex on the sofa of the trailer, and I swear it has scarred him.

What else...?

Oh, every time he calls down to me when I've put him to bed, I mutter 'Fuck OFF!' under my breath. I also go up to him every time. But that quiet 'Fuck OFF!' is always there. Mummy isn't here any more. Mummy doesn't exist after 8pm. There is no Mummy. There is just a lady and her sofa and her cup of tea and silence. FUCK OFF. And - hang on, I'm coming...

I never once played cars with him. It's dull as shit.

I've been overdosing him on paracetamol, unwittingly. They really, really need to change the guidelines on 500mg packets. Apparently half to one 500mg tablet is really NOT OK for 6-12 year olds. Well who the fuck knew?

But I'm a brilliant mum. We spend all our free time outside, climbing and walking and fishing. He knows I love him fiercely. He is incredibly emotionally articulate. I'm a perfect mother in the ways that really count. Most of us on here are perfect mothers. When we don't have a crab bucket in our hand and a whiny kid that whines. (I didn't hit him hard. Just like a love tap. With a bucket. You know. We've all been there, right?)

I haven't seen much of that, but perhaps if it's something you're sensitive about then you would notice potentially catty comments or read them as such. I have give virtually zero fucks what people think of my parenting, caring for my son is probably the only thing in my life I have ever given 10000% percent to. He is happy, clean and loved so I think I'm doing a darn good job - albeit scatty, disorganised and occasionally lacking common sense..

I think I am particularly sensitive to it if I'm honest, tooGood.
If I actually listed every single mistake I have made as a parent I would probably have some kind of mental breakdown and convince myself they were better of without me.
I think a lot of what we do as parents (positively) gets overlooked and the moment someone sees a parent mess up, or admit to messing up, they're made to feel like the shittiest parent in the world.
Getting out of the door fully dressed and to school on time is sometimes a major achievement.
I have a son with sensory issues and he WILL make life hell and make everything difficult and I get the most horrible stares and random strangers giving advice and telling me irrelevant crap when he's having a meltdown in a public place. You be too nice and your child is a spoilt little bastard and you need to parent them, Dont be too nice and your child is abused. It's not his fault, but it's certainly not mine either.
I also have children who don't have sensory issues and parenting any child is no walk in the park.
It's hard. And it hurts me to see other people getting grilled when I know exactly how it feels.
I've actually told my children once that I was leaving and now they have no mother.
Worst thing I ever said in my life. Worse than a physical slap in the face I think.
They were heartbroken. I'd had enough of being a referee and I just wanted to sleep.

OP.
It's bloody difficult. I also find it hard to read/hear the grillings people get for their parenting (on here and elsewhere). There's lots of kindness and understanding around, too, but sometimes you have to look for it.

Is this gonna end up on The Wright Stuff next week?

Sounds tough OP. It would be great if parenting was like it looked on TV (guilty of thinking I would be a natural, controlled earth-mother type) but it's true it's bloody difficult and sometimes feels hopeless. Doesn't help when some people make it look SO bloody easy!!But they'll have they're own challenges too.

Are things especially hard at the minute? any chance of some time to yourself?

So you tell me OP....what's it like working on 'The Wright Stuff'?