Some examples include them wanting me to say live on air that I agree with smacking (I don't). That it's OK for children to drink alcohol at home with their parents over the festive season (mmmm my kids are 4 and 6?) and today I was asked to say that prams have more rights over disabled people on buses. Obviously I turned all of these marvellous media opportunities down. As you know? Surprisingly enough I didn't want to look like a totally dreadful awful human being. As I'm not a totally dreadful awful human being. I'm actually surprisingly nice!
TAKING HER DAUGHTER OUT FOR TEA? WHAT A COW!
When will the media cotton on that women expressing their view that everything isn't hunky dory all the time doesn't mean that they are bad Mums? Honesty doesn't equal not caring. It doesn't equal hate and it certainly doesn't mean that I condone every little thing that society deems as being bad for my children. The Guardian in the past called me a "slummy mummy" and when a national magazine wanted to feature my Wicked Wednesdays photo sharing Facebook thread? They wanted to focus on the hilarious way that I "shame my children". My reply email was not polite.
TAKING THEM TO A LEGO SHOW THE B*TCH
Sometimes I worry that I will forever be remembered for being a 'Bad Mum'. That people are missing the point of what I do. That if anything I am the opposite of 'Bad'. I am 'Good'. There have been moments where I have thought "is this hassle really worth it?". There have been tears and there have been worries that I look like a total d*ck. But the hundreds of comments I receive on a daily basis keep me going and the fact that my children think I'm not 'Bad' or 'Good' but 'The Best'. I know what I am about and I will have to embrace that other people don't get it...anyway will leave it here as I'm going to go and make my kids their bedtime vodka cocktails (JOKE!).