I find meeting new people really difficult.
As a 5 year old it’s pretty easy
“I like your hair band, let’s be friends”
“I don’t like the colour of your shoes, I don’t like you”.
Simple. It may not make sense but everyone knows where they stand!
When Aoife started school one of my biggest concerns (after how she would settle in) was the other Mums in the playground. After seeing all the horror stories from parents rocking up in their pyjamas to parents brawling and the more passive aggressive Judgey Judgeypants parents, it’s safe to say I was dreading it.
To anyone out there who maybe feels a bit alone or like they’re not coping whilst everyone around them does or that they’re parenting terribly, I sincerely hope YOU find that ‘other’ Mum. If not, I’m here and happy to lay my parenting foibles out here for you all to see.
But not judge. No one likes a Judgey McJudgison!
Hmmmm, this is all a bit serious today.
“Who is your favourite Paw Patrol?”
“I don’t have a favourite”
“But who do you like best?”
“I like them all the same?”
“But which one most?”
“I don’t know, Chase? I like Chase best”
“I like Skye best, do you like Skye best?”
“No, I said I like Chase best”
“I like Chase best”
“I thought you liked Skye best?”
“No, I like Chase”
“Who do you like next best?”
“GAAAAAHHHHHHH None of them! I don’t really have a favourite, I just said I did to stop you asking”
“Do you like Skye next best?”
“Yes, I like Skye”
“OK, Who’s your favourite on Blaze?”
*Finds closest wall for head to come into alignment with*
^^^See, bad parenting right there.
The Tale of Mummyhood