My favourite part of being our family of four is that we’re a unit.
We stick together.
We’re an invincible team.
I love it! (My current least favourite thing is Seth keep hiding under his bed, shouting he’s stuck and refusing to come out but that’s a different story)
However, I have been wondering recently if I am taking this togetherness, this camaraderie, too far.
Let’s not stick things to my face.
We don’t want to eat the sweet that fell in the drain.
Let’s not pick that stick up.
We don’t draw on the walls.
We don’t nip each other.
We don’t lick walls.
We don’t need anymore sticks.
We don’t lay on the floor in the rain.
We don’t touch all the satsumas.
We definitely don’t throw the satsumas, they’re not ours.
We don’t leave half eaten apples under the couch.
We don’t stick our hands up mummy’s top.
Let’s not honk mummy’s boobs.
We don’t throw plates.
Let’s not touch other people.
We don’t spit water down ourselves.
We don’t climb on each other.
We don’t push other people.
We don’t snatch things.
We don’t need to scream.
Let’s use our indoor voices.
We don’t want to jump in that puddle, we haven’t got our wellies on.
Let’s not dig in that mud.
We don’t pull the cat’s tail.
We don’t bite.
These are the things I’m saying all the time.
ALL THE TIME.
WE shouldn’t do that.
LET US not touch that.
I’m taking part of the responsibility for all the these things which seems rather unfair as I have no problem with touching what’s not mine. I share well, I don’t scream (although I rather feel like it at times), I don’t lay on the floor in the street, I don’t touch all the fruit in the supermarket and I don’t have an obsession with boobs so why do I say these things in such a way that I am taking part responsibility for them?
Anyone listening would think I’m a gropey kleptomaniac bully who likes to lay down in public places whilst shouting!
FYI I’m not.
The Tale of Mummyhood