...and leave her thinking I am world's worst parent.
Was just out at washing line, trying to beat black cloud looming above us, and smiled over fence at neighbour.
In the background, obviously audible to neighbour, little Ff (7mo) was making her current favourite noise, a high pitched shriek, coupled with the occasional shouty grunt. I could see her through the window, safely strapped in high chair, banging rattle on the tray and merrily grinning away at the unholy din she was making. However, I can appreciate that to concerned looking neighbour it sounded as though she was being murdered, and was shouting for her mean and neglectful mammy.
Was IBU to just smile and carry on taking down washing from the line? All other women on my street will probably have their suspicions about my unsuitability for parenthood confirmed now!