Who is ‘that mum’?.. You know now, the one spoken about in hushed tones at the school gates because she’s turned up with her hair everywhere and pjs on with no makeup shouting “you’ve forgotten your snack” across the playground.
The one who let the school aged children eat sweets until they feel sick and don’t eat their dinner, thought that her daughters would benefit from a bit of one way interaction with the tv and once accidentally let her daughter eat a metal ball baring and had to spend the rest of the afternoon in accident and emergency and get her poked and prodded making sure she pooped it out and fed them ice cream until they stopped crying.
That mum, the one who ‘allegedly’ forgot to do her daughters hair on school photo day, forgot dress down day and sent her daughter to school in her uniform (monthly) that ‘mum’ who may have entirely forgot her daughters birthday until a couple of days before and once forgot her daughters name (‘ummm, ok ok more than once!) that ‘mum’ who bought the wrong sized nappies and may have put a toddler nappy on a 6 month old until she got to the shops.
The one who was always crashing her pram into stationary objects and people then saying “oh sorry”. That ‘mum’ that tries and fails to be concerned about the quantity of sugar in food (if it perks them up after nap time…) and managed to get thrown out of the pub at closing time on the first school mums night out.
That mum, if you hadn’t already guessed, is me (the ball baring wasn’t that bad she pooped it out) and it is nice to meet you (Yes, I can remember her name now, in my defence it had been a long week)
I am ‘that’ mum. So lovely to meet you fancy a wine?
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