So sorry viroids I completely dropped off Fred and only just had a moment to find it. I've had a quick flick through the last couple of days.
Fleur if you'd ever been in my house you'd know you were not a shit mum. When R cries (and he really goes for it) I can't stand it and have to get as far away from him as possible. Which means sticking him in his cot and leaving him to wail whilst popping his dummy in. He fights sleep ALL the time and it drives me fucking nuts! I've also told R that he drives me fucking nuts but he doesn't seem to care and persists with his wailing. The air has been turned blue quite a few times!
Bumbos and Jumperoos. There's always mixed reviews (Ha look at that I made a rhyme) anyway P had a Bumbo and sat in it for meals- she was walking at 10 months and there's bugger all wrong with her legs as she's now walking up and downstairs and running everywhere at 17 months old. She's a nutter.
I think moderation is key with both items. Don't sit baby in Bumbo all day and don't leave in Jumperoo where toddler sister can help him jump even higher when left unattended :/ R is 17 weeks nearly now and quite happily bounces around in his Jumperoo whilst watching CBeebies and shouting at the screen. He's not left in it all day- in my circle of mum friends it's called the "circle of neglect" because you can just dump them in it and leave them.. All day.. Which I have never done. Honestly I've not. I couldn't even if I wanted to because after a bit he starts wailing in that as well.
Rolling- I'll hold my hands up both my kids have rolled off the bed. I managed to catch R before he hit the floor with my ninja moves- P wasn't so lucky
In other news I'm going back to work mostly because I want to eat my lunch in peace. Im actually not joking now. The idea of hot lunches and adult conversation twice a week for a good few hours excites me. I'll be doing massages and holistic therapy stuff so something I've always wanted to do which is amazing.
Also I've fucked MIL off coming round twice a week. In a nutshell she can't be arsed (always goes on about how tired she is all the bloody time and how much she does blah blah blah) well I'd had enough of her inspirational "let's take time to replenish ourselves" quotes on Facebook and decided she can replenish herself all the fuck she wants because I can't he arsed with having her at mine twice a week when what she'd really like to be doing is sat at home eating sugary shite (she's diabetic and this also pisses me off- she caused her own diabetes by eating sugar and she's still eating fucking sugar) I give up!
So to conclude
Nobody's a shit mother, if you were shit you wouldn't care if you were shit.
The kids are still alive so doing well there. R is being weaned now- weighed the fat man before and he's 18lb!!! 18lb at 4 months old! And he's now in 6-9 month clothes. He's costing me a fortune. Still bumbling along the 91st percentile. Basically he's got like baby obesity and needs to go on a diet of ryvitas (I jest, don't worry he's still on his marmite milk)
I'm also completely fine now and not ill at all apart from a cold. Started taking magnesium supplements and omg that shit is amazing. It's literally eradicated all my symptoms. I have no symptoms anymore. Get hold of some, if you look up magnesium deficiency it's more common than you think!
Also I've turned into Jamie Oliver and keep cooking fancy dinners because I was sick of the same old shite every day from ST. I ate curly kale with every meal and that was the only veg I had. So now we have an array of veggies and different meals and everyone's feeling better for it.
I'll do my best to not fall off again :)