
Is it okay to admit we hate being parents at times?
My 5-year-old daughter is staring at me with a very disgruntled face.
"Mum. These chips are disgusting."
"They taste like potato."
"Chips are made of potato darling."
Deep breath.
"Well, just eat the fish fingers then."
"Are they homemade?"
(They are).
"No, they’re from Aldi."
"Yay, I love Aldi. Can you tell George that if he isn’t nice to me, I will punch him."
"Just eat your dinner, there are people starving in the world. Just be thankful."
"Why don’t the starving people just go to the shops?. Ouch. George punched me!"
"Oh for f**ks sake," I mumble just out of earshot.
I mean, I try, I really do.
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Each day my attempts at a peaceful family dinner are shat on before I’ve even mentioned a Brussels sprout. It doesn’t seem to matter what I cook, what it’s served in, or if it’s 'not the ones we normally have' there are always, without fail, disappointed faces, arguments and complaints.
"Please don’t hit your sister and food is not for throwing!"
"Just sit at the table, is that too much to ask?"
After a while (nine years of being a mum for me), my voice has become rather tedious. My dull tone repeating the same sentences over and over, is annoying. In fact, going over the same petty arguments makes me feel like I’m failing.
Failing as a mother.
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