28/08/2026
Apparently I need to stop trying to get my ducks in a row and just let them bop around side questing.
But what if my ducks are being absolute A* holes? 😂
Because six weeks into the summer holidays, I am DONE.
The mum guilt tells me I should be soaking this all up. Enjoying the precious time. Making memories. Being grateful they’re little.
Meanwhile my actual ducks are fighting constantly, chucking wrappers behind the sofa like it’s a bin and ignoring every single word that comes out of my mouth.
I’m trying to work while watching my workload pile up.
Nothing in my house is where I left it.
I’m surrounded by mess.
I’m sick of hearing my own voice saying:
Pick that up.
Stop fighting.
Eat your dinner.
Brush your teeth.
PUT YOUR PYJAMAS ON.
They demand days out, snacks, entertainment and more plastic s**t from China… then announce that their life is rubbish and I’m a terrible mum.
They refuse to go to bed, become overtired and then turn into even bigger dicks the next day.
I’ve even tried taking my ducks into nature.
Turns out they can moan in fields too.
So maybe this is your reminder (and mine) that loving your children more than anything doesn’t mean you have to enjoy every minute of parenting them.
Sometimes your ducks aren’t in a row.
Sometimes they’re side questing.
And sometimes you want to put the ducks back at school.
Anyone else?