I’m probably a bit of a grump. Some days there’s just no pleasing me. Maybe it’s lack of sleep or the lack of ‘me time’ but since earning my Mummy Crown the list of ‘what makes me mad’ is as long as my arm.
Here’s just 8 of the things that drive me up the wall.
Top of the list you guessed it…
People with no kids using the Parent and Child spaces.
OMG This makes my blood boil and sometimes I just can’t help myself. I have to say something and then I either feel really embarrassed that I’ve got on my high horse or really cross that they brush me off with some lame excuse about just popping in for a loaf of bread. Everyone knows you never go to the ‘Big Tesco’ for just a loaf of bread!
Why, Why, Why?! Would you think it ok to park in a disabled space if you didn’t need to? A Parent & Child space should be no different.
People not closing gates in the park.
Like how hard is it to close a gate? Gosh does that make me sound like a farmer? This one has been getting higher and higher on my list of pet hates since we moved home. There are four gates into our local park, right beside a lake none of which are self closing. I’m sure I’m not alone on this one. I go to the park most days to get some fresh air for the kids and let them run off a bit of steam. They are the ones there to run around! I don’t want to have to do a reccy run around closing gates before I can unleash little legs. It’d be a slightly more enjoyable outing if I wasn’t so prettified F was gonna make a get away in front of a car or into the lake because I’ve missed a gate.
People not picking up after their dogs.
Not just the dangers of little ones getting this on their hands or in their eyes but cleaning poo off shoes or buggy wheels really pi$$es me off! Pick it up!!
People assuming your baby is hungry every time they cry in public.
I hate to say it but this is usually little old ladies. “Ah he’s hungry.” Nope he’s not… I’ve just fed him. I’m not a fan of starving my child. He’s crying because he’s fed up of shopping or he wants to be carried or maybe he wants me to let him pull all the stock off the shelves. A big possibility he’s tired (see my next point.).
It’s not just other people driving me potty since becoming a Mummy. The little fellas themselves give it a dam good go!
Babies not going to sleep when they are tired.
This is a definite design flaw. Close your eyes and relax little man. If only you knew how good sleep was! If I had someone to cradle me and sing me lullabies I’d be out like a light.
Having to hoover after every meal.
Dear Children… I have just slaved over a hot stove for that meal and you keep missing your mouth! Ok maybe there wasn’t a lot of slaving and I probably just popped the dinner into the oven but that’s because I’ve only just finished clearing the floor from the food you dropped at lunchtime.
Post Baby hair.
Pregnancy had me fooled! Like ‘Hey I can grow a baby. Why not grow some more hair too.’ Pregnancy hair is thick, glossy and luscious. Then it falls out and what returns is just not fit to withstand Irish summers! These curly/frizzy horns I am sprouting from my temples are nothing but unruly and grey. You can be sure the hair elsewhere doesn’t take this long to grow!
Don’t even start me on the Post baby body it wasn’t great to begin with and has definitely gone ‘downhill’ since.
And the final thing to drive me absolutely potty?
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!! I think this might be my biggest parenting fail to date. Surely there should be some kind of potty training fairy out there who takes your son off for a few days to reform his attitude to weeing anywhere he fancies. Maybe she could advertise on Instagram and be found under the hashtag savethesofa or savemummyssanity. If anyone knows of her please pass on my details.
There you go… That’s what drives me mad. What about you?