The guy next to me on seat 11B kept on pushing my elbow off the armrest. Well, at least he tried. I was tempted to ask him if he knew how lucky he was. If it weren’t for my very generous husband, he’d be kicked off the armrest by a screaming 13-months-old. It was only […]
Being a mum is a dirty business: Runny poos, stinky poos, small poos, big poos. We’ve seen it all, smelt it all and got over and done with it. So why is it, that our so called strong men make such a fuzz about it? Pah! Douchebags!
I am grinning like a Cheshire cat. Gurgle.co.uk has published their list of Top 20 Mummy Blogs. And Metropolitan Mum is part of it. How could I not be smug? Especially as I am in such good company.
A completely average Wednesday morning, around 9:30AM. Rushing around my local Sainsbury’s with little L screaming, juggling piles of grocery shopping on the pushchair. Queuing at one of the few tills that hasn’t been turned into a ‘self-checkout’, I dare to look up and count annoyed co-shopper’s looks against encouraging fellow mummy-smiles.
Result: one cashier who looks like wanting to kill me, a drunken dosser who just about manages a smile, two annoyed grannies disapproving my parenting abilities, four silently smiling mums and six dads. SIX DADS? Now, what is going on here?