Dodgy Mum 101

Have had exceptional number of dodgy mothering moments this past week.

First off, tried to discuss parenting in honest and open fashion with my brother, who is soon-to-be-father. After ranting about how men need to be the hunters while women should stay home and mother (with mother's groups supposedly being ideal because they reenact the tribal atmosphere), brother said that anyone who listened to me discussing parenting would have an abortion.

Soon after, was told off by Lulu's rather shirty dancing teacher for being late to pick her up from dance class. Felt very guilty. Was late because having coffee with J. J had fascinating tales about her life as a gynecologist, including a couple who are having IVF because they are such busy high fliers they cannot coordinate time to have sex during fertile period. Felt a little envious that I do not have such good stories to relay.

Finally, tried to lift K's daughter, A, up onto monkey bars and accidentally hit her head on rail. A is possibly the worst child to injure in such a way as she is very delicate and wears tracksuit pants under her fairy dresses in order to avoid scraped knees. K not happy.

Thankfully, though, it is always possible in life to find someone more unhinged than oneself. Found out D went mental at park mother A because A took one week to replace W's toy rocket, which her large and ungainly son broke. D told A that her tardiness made D's week a fucking nightmare and that she had to listen to W whine about his broken rocket on a daily basis. D's partner, S, said she stood on other side of the park and pretended not to be associated with D as outburst was so embarrassing.