kids amaze me

Kids amaze me; I am always stunned by how cruel they are. I shouldn’t take things they say to heart but I do.

Harry has no verbal filter what so ever – this is a blessing and a curse; on one hand he has no problems being honest but he also has no qualms about telling you that you have a huge arse or a big wobbly tummy! Gotta hand it to him though in his next breathe, he will tell me I am his most beautiful mummy.

Abigail is the one that gets to me the most. She is my Achilles heel, my nemesis. Because of the rough start I had with her – I feel I have to prove to her that I am a good mum,  but it never works that way at all – you have seen stags clashing antlers, well stick a bob on one and curly purple hair and glasses on the other = Me and Abbie.

Her latest one happened this week; she had to go to the Dr’s as her toe had become infected, repeated questioning to had she been picking her toenails was met with adamant denials. 

Antibiotics and steroid cream were prescribed. Arriving home from her Grandparents on Wednesday (my outlaws) she stood there with her hands on her hip and announced that Granddad has told her it was my fault she had a toe infection as I hadn’t been cutting her toenails properly!!!!  I think the fuck not.

When I pointed out to Abbie that I haven’t cut her toenails for weeks as they mysteriously disappear off her feet, she dropped the attitude and admitted that she had indeed been picking them – now why couldn’t she have told Granddad that?? 

Hmmmmmm – nope just more crap mum points for me!