The funny side to life as a working single Mum. My stories of embarrassing escapades, toddler tantrums and great expectations.
Sunday, 20 April 2014
Rebel parent?
Now, I don't consider myself a rebel parent in any way. My son has a strict 7pm bedtime, I use the naughty step and he lives, by all accounts, a 'normal' day to day existence.
However, according to this article I am a total rebel. Go me. Here is a rundown of my rebellious parenting according to those on the list I am 'guilty' of:
1. Giving your toddler undiluted fruit juice.
Shit the bed, I am mental. Ethan sometimes has undiluted orange juice and, worse still, a fruit shoot!
2. You gave your toddler a chocolate biscuit.
Yesterday, Ethan found an Easter egg, put it into his cup to fashion his own brand of chocolate dispenser and ate most of it. Go figure.
3. You give your toddler screen time.
We have watched Monsters Inc. or Monsters University at least once every single day of the Easter break. It makes me want to set fire to Sully and Mike. If I was a rebel I would throw my TV out of the window in order to not watch this film again.
4. You spend time doing absolutely nothing.
PJ days are some of our best days, after a long week of work and nursery. Hardly Courtney Love.
5. Sometimes you ignore the bath, teeth, bed routine.
Yep. Still in bed at 7pm but sometimes, with a grumpy toddler, that bath just isn't worth it.
6. You let your toddler make his own friends.
Well, yes. This isn't a dictatorship.
7. You don't follow gender rules.
Ethan has dinosaurs and superheroes alongside his kitchen and baby doll in her pink buggy. Even writing this reinforces gender stereotypes. I'm not a rebel; I just live in the present day.
8. You let him play with swords.
A foam one, yes. I also play at being monsters. He's not actually a monster though. It's called make believe which means it's not real.
9. You take your child to the pub.
Twice in the past week, in fact. We had a lovely dinner and I had a lovely pint of cider. Just call me Miley Cyrus, I'm so rebellious. Oh, it may have been my twerking in the pub garden after our scampi and chips which caused that pseudonym.
Nine out of twelve on the rebel checklist. Must try harder next time.
Granted, the list does also say that it is 'ok' to do these things but should we really need permission to just be a parent?
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