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Sep
03

Who’s letting the Mums out?

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Well, we all saw what happened when the Mums were let out over last weekend (refer to video at the end of this post …) which I wrote about a few days ago.

For me, its’ about relaxation, rejuventaion and doing something about your mental health! Yes – yours!

We all know where I stand on parenting, and that a sane and happy mummy is, in my opinion, going to have a much greater impact on the outcome, stability and wellbeing of your kids than if you breastfeed for 2 years in between slitting your wrists and being unable to function adequately. Just saying.

It is for this reason that I started up Mums’ Night Out! some 7 years ago, and the reason I am continuing with somewhat less extravagent, dancey on table events, that I refer to as Mental Health Moments; because, getting away from your kids/house/job/husband/life is necessary. Having a laugh, a good chat and spending even a small amount of time with some people you like and have fun with has a profound impact on how you’re feeling.

Sure, some of us love a quiet bath and a read, and some of us like to listen to music, whether it be classical or hard rock or trash metal or jazz … and some of is – ie me – likes to laugh loudly (and I snort when I laugh, too), eat great food, have a glass of wine or 7. Mostly, I love to spend my time with people I love. And therein lies the concept behind the Mentla Health Moments moments. Created and organised for purely selfish reasons.

And I LOVE it!

Anyhoo, our next one is happening on Friday September 17th at 7.30pm at Prevale in Ascot Vale (Melbourne) and you can …

And the really awesome bit about this particular event is that it has inadvertantly become the extra-special, super-exclusive, unofficial launch for my book Diary of a Mad Cow: A Guide to Bad Mothering.

You have the opportunity to get your hands on one of the first copies of the book, a very super-special, extra exclusive edition and have it signed by me on the night. And you get to have dinner with me and share some bubble with me and have all kinds of fun.

Bit of a Double Whammy on the night … food, friends, fun, buy a super-exclusive, special edition book, signed by the author and do some amazingly wonderful things for your sanity and mental health.

Oh, wait, I can’t count. That’s WAY more than a Double Whammy – there’s a HEAP of awesome stuff in there.

Anyhoo, I can’t promise the night will be anything like the video below, but we’re gonna have a load of fun. 

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Aug
31

Who let the Mums out?

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*sigh*

I was recently “let out” for the weekend. Really, I needn’t say that as I do have a most wonderful husband. Or, I just do stuff and he just goes with the flow. Either way, I was away from home for 3 very long days attending a 3 day long business seminar.

As I’m in the house all day every day with running the business from a room in the house, yelling about “mummy is at work!!!! So. Shut. Up!” and doing the washing in between writing stuff, getting out is a rare treat.

Even if that getting out requires much functioning of brain and thinking of stuff. And things.

An extra treat this last weekend was the dinner that was put on for us. Complete with scrumptious food, dressing up as “rock stars” and a band. Normally quite reserved, I chose this opportunity to just let loose and have a bit of fun. After all, unlike the last party I went to, I was kid free …

I frocked up in my hot pink tutu, made for me by my gorgeous friend Emma of Hand Print Massage and had a bit of dinner and then popped onto the dancefloor. Ok, yes, before the band actually popped up on stage, but I do like dancing. And there I stayed the entire night.

Unless, of course, you get technical and consider the few minutes I was, ahem, on a table, dancing, as “not on the dance floor all night” … 

 What I realised on the night was just how much FUN I was having, and how much better I felt, emotionally and mentally during and after the event. Physically … well, tired and sore! But I had a blast. I had a laugh, I burnt off some energy and just felt bloody great!

I wasn’t the only Mum to get up to mischief either. There were a bunch of us, and tempted as I am to post a photo or two – because it was a bloody funny night – I won’t.

More than once someone made the comment “Who let the Mums out?” I believe this was also done in song form at some point, but I can’t be 100% on that.

For the record … no, I wasn’t pissed. Nor were most of the others.

We were just having FUN!

This isn’t the first time, either, that the Mums have been let out and had a bit of a laugh and enjoyed themselves considerably. There’s this incident that I’m not sure if I want to forget, or keep to remind myself to have fun and live positively …

(Featuring Stacey from Sunny Mummy and Brenda from Mummy-Time :) )

I felt on top of the world after that one, albeit somewhat pissed at the deterioration of my pelvic floor. Pardon the pun …

Sure, there’s that voice in the back of my head saying “You can’t do that! Mums don’t behave like that!”

To that, I say “fuck that” … coz I’m having a blast and I’m a way better Mum for it!

Besides, after moments like this, I always have some really daggy songs from the 1980′s stuck in my head. What better way to parent than dance and sing louldy on the way to school with your kids? Huh?

And what do you do for fun?

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Some days, I find it really hard to bite my tongue. I’m passionate about a few things – mostly living in a cohesive society and an evironment that could actually be construed as a “community” – I lose sleep, I get angry and furstated and have to say something.

Funnily, in light of my post yesterday, about the 3 Things “they” don’t tell you to expect and a particular newsletter/update I received from a well known “expert” when it comes to parenting which caused me much angst and furstration, I’m letting go of my tongue and saying something pertaining to the experts knowing when to STFU and bite their own tongues.

I get that everyone has their own philosphy and way of doing things when it comes to parenting. When it comes to most things actually, but this blog is called Reality Parenting, therefore, we will stick with that. Also, it is what the update I received was about, so it all fits.

Anyhoo, this particular “expert” has their way of teaching stuff. Which is cool. I don’t abide by their particular teachings as they do not suit me. It does not stop me, however, referring people to them, no suggesting they may be a great person to seek information from in their particular circumstances.

Much like the way the major political parties run their election campaings, I find far too many “experts” use the same tact to promote their own teachings.

Along the lines of “What, you want to know what we do? Um … err … um, quick, look over there! At The Other. Ooooh, aren’t they bad, bad, naughty people, telling you stuff like that. That’ll fuck your kids up for life!”

Then they scurrey away.

What I HATE. Loath. Abhor. And all the other words that can be used to emphasise how much I dislike something, is people that sell their own teachings on telling you what the others are doing wrong.

Worse, when they use words like “LIE” (in big, capital, usually bolded or italiced or both letters) or others that imply that The Other is a nasty peice of work and conning you.

Where I sit, is that there are some fabulously different parenting philosophies out there. Some suit some people, some suit others. And it is all okay!

It scares me that people who claim to be “experts” and claiming to “empower mothers” to trust their intuition and be ok with who they are and in their choices whilst, at the same time telling them that if they choose to do things in a way that suits them, but is not what that particular “expert” teaches then they are “psychologically or emotionally damaging” their children and causing all kinds of issues. Some will even go so far as to mention that their children will grow up to be a menace to society should they not “do it my way”.

I’ve alluded to some of the practices of some “experts” before, using video from half a century ago to suggest that these things are happening now.

I think it is WAY beyond the time for these “experts” to take responsibility and be accountable for the impact they are having.

They are causing confusion amongst mothers, who, at one stage were kind of ok with who they were and what suited them.

They are spreading, via use of outdated parenting methods of The Other philosophy, incorrect information and advice, making it more public than it needs to be, and leading people to believe it’s the way it’s still done. When they don’t choose one method, because it doesn’t sit right, they have access to outdated and, yes, potentially harmful advice.

Worse, it creates divisiveness in the communty, giving ammunition to judge to one side, again, based on false/outdated information, resulting in lack of support from one mother to another when she most needs it. Rather than the support she needs, she is bombarded with “helpful” advice that involves her screwing her kid’s head up.

I do wonder whether, in some of these courses/books/information sites they do actually give some good, proper, “here’s how I teach” and “here’s how to” advice, or whether most of it amounts to scare tactics and “what not to do”.

I think they need to be responsible and accountable for providing a safe place for mums (and dads) to choose the parenting method that best suits them, and allow the community around them to support, even if they don’t necessarily work with that particular method themselves.

I know it is something I do.

And as for the “expert” and their “THEY are LIEING” email, I’ve kind of lost just a bit of respect for you.

I’m now scared to refer people to you. Which is a shame, because I think what your “here’s how to do” stuff is actually pretty good, even if I don’t use it myself. It’s your approach that has me seething, and the fact that you’ve gone with the “look over there at the nasty people” rather than tell me how you can help that’s got me angried up.

I don’t like that, and it’s alereted me to just how much damage you are doing to women, as a group, and to the support networks they had available to them before you spoke up.

Sometimes the “experts” have some awesome things to say, and advice to impart.

And sometimes, they should just SHUT UP!

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I’ve had the Week From Mothering Hell this last week, courtesy of a not-quite-two-year-old and his penchant for tantrums in the form of TANTRUMS!!!!!!

Fun. Or not. Depending on whether you are the person standing by and watching crazy lady lose it at toddler, or the crazy lady dealing with toddler.

I did write, very seriously, about it over at Diary of a Mad Cow and what it can really be like dealing with week of tantrumming toddler. The stuff we all think, but many of us rarely admit to out loud. Some won’t even admit it in their own heads.

I have done a fair amount of reading pertaining to this issue, and how to deal with it. What I’ve found is most of the stuff relates to the child. Or completely neglects the fact that you:

  1. are human
  2. have a tendancy towards human-like behaviours, such as being affected by fatigue, circumstantial stress and emotions
  3. have a tendancy towards behaving in certain ways when affected by fatigue and stress
  4. have other things going on in your life besides your toddler
  5. are human

 Look for the “you”, as in you, factor and there’s not a snippet of information to be found.

Unless, of course, you consider “have a nap when the toddler is napping”, “rest when you can” and “make the bed first thing in the morning and then you’ll feel like you’ve acheived something today”.

Of course, that also relies on you feeling as though making a bed is an “achievement”. Or that you actually care that the bed is made.

(That’s a ‘no’ on both counts for me).

On the day I almost cried at my local Coles supermarket, I did discover something. Those books, with the “useful” advice on dealing with toddler tantrums do actually have some really useful tips for parents. They just don’t word them that way. And they probably should. Here are 3 things I discovered:

  1. Explaining the situation to a nearly two year old isn’t actually pointless. It forces you to speak in a calm voice, calming you in the process and getting you to think about what is actually going on and how you can overcome the stress of it all.
  2. Locking the door to their room is not to keep them in. It’s to create a lapse in time big enough for you to snap out of the “I’m gonna fucking kill him if he doesn’t shut up” psychosis you are in. Fumbling with a key to the bedroom when you’re highly stressed gives you time.
  3. Getting down to their level when you speak to them means it’s further to fall when you collapse into the foetal position.

It’s not for the benefit of the kids at all. It’s all for you.

Now if only the “experts” would explain it to it so we could understand and appreciate it, be honest and stop skirting around the real issues with toddler tantrums, then I think we’re onto something.

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Aug
04

Faultless Parenting Explained

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Finally – an answer!

Just following up on my post of earlier today The Perfect Family, The Perfect Career, The BIGGEST Laugh, where I concluded with the request that someone explain to me what a “faultless parent” is.

I also posted this very question over at Bad Mother’s Club – where real mums hang out, on the Retell Therapy Forums, because there are some amazingly knowledgeable chicks over there who know a lot of stuff!

Now, my head was in this space of “if anyone can explain what a ‘faultless parent’ was, it will apply to some but not to all. Right?

I mean, some of us are called ‘bad’ mothers cos we use controlled crying or go to work, and others because we co-sleep or stay at home. Who gets the say on who is actually ‘bad’?

Anyhoo, that’s beside the point.

One of my awesome members, Jeffswife, explained it to me on the thread I started over at Retell Therapy - finally, I now understand what a “faultless parent” is.

I am faultless….. Its not my fault the dishes arent done. Its not my fault the kids only ate crap yesterday. Its not my fault Wacka is insisting on having “Emo hair” I did tie it up this morning but she said i “wrecked her hair”& then removed clips & pulled it all in front of her face. Sooooo I guess Im saying im the perfect mum because I AM faultless.

Thanks for clearing that up for us, Jeffswife!

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May
21

19 Days … a reflection

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I’m back!

And, in the few spare moments I’ve had – I went to the toilet once – I’ve been reflecting on how crazy life has been of late.

It never rains, it pours. No rest for the wicked and all the rest. I must have been truly evil!

(That is not an invitation to comment, thank you very much – LOL)

I have had quite a significant amount of “I don’t know how you managed it” and “I don’t know how you do it” and similar comments, too.

The thing is, I did. I was going to do a relection of “In just one week” – which would have included my trip to Shanghai and my talk, but excluded Mums’ Night Out! Oh, and the meeting I had in Sydney the week before the China thing. Including Mums’ Night Out! 2010 took it to something like “In eleven days”, but still excluded the Sydney trip.

So I just made it “19 Days”, which included all the fun, crazy, chaotic, life changing bits … and excluded, because I have no appropriate photos, the normal, boring, standard bits of my life, like making Vegemite sandwiches and having extremely enthralling discussions with my husband about who is taking the kids to swimming lessons and picking Chippie up from day care, and when I cooked dinner whilst pouring Nurtigrain into a bowl for the toddler, very much like you’d feed a cat, and allowed him to sit at my feet eating it whilst I whipped up a spag bol! Just take all that for granted.

I also left out the bit where I sat with my head in my hands for a full day, mumbling “how the fuck am I gonna make this work?”

So, here is what I managed in just 19 days … (but not the bits I left out):

  • I went to Sydney to meet with three other awesome Mums/Bloggers/Business Women/Awesome Women to discuss our potential involvement in Coca-Cola’s Live Positively initiative;
  • my 6 year old turned 7;
  • I made some “Mushrooms like they have on Super Mario Bros” cupcakes, and an “Ice Flower cake”, hosted a “friends from school” and a “family” birthday party, on two separate days;
  • I few to Sydney again, business class this time, stayed in a swish hotel, and had an awesome dinner with two of the aforementioned women;
  • I flew to Shanghai, business class, with the three aforementioned women, and Coke Dude;
  • I toured the KO Lab (Coca-Cola’s reasearch & development lab) and attended a social media conference whilst there;
  • I went to the World Expo in Shanghai;
  • I went shopping! in Shanghai;
  • I returned to Sydney, overnight, flew straight to Melbourne, went home, repacked and drove to Bendigo;
  • I did my first BIG talk, opening keynote speaker for Parenting Day in the small town of Birchip, in the Mallee and met Kaz Cooke whilst I was there;
  • I finished organising then hosting my 7th Mums’ Night Out! – where I drank, danced, ate and spent some time with some fabulous women whom I love very much!

Not all 19 days in my life are like this.

Enjoy.

And thank you to Sunny Mummy, Mummy-Time, Get In The Hot Spot, Coke Dude and all the sponsors and attendees at Mums’ Night Out! 2010 for making it FUN!

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May
03

And the Finalists are …

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It’s that time of year, again, all focussy on Mums what with Mother’s Day and various (ok one other) Mother of the Year Awards and waffling on about how fabulous mothers are and how we would kill to get our hands on the latest Electric Light Orchestra (who??) CD …

I digress. Once again, we have the Award celebrating the fact that ALL mother’s deserve an award of some sort. Our Award focusses on the forgotten mums, the truly amazing mums that do such inspiring work and make a difference not only to our children, but to many, many other mothers.

It is the Real Mum of the Year Award, the award for the Mum who has coped with the reality of her own life as best she can and, as a result, giving the rest of us a damn good laugh and thanking the stars that it actually happened to someone else.

Nominations have now closed and we can announce our finalists. From the Real Mum of the Year Award website, and in no particular order …

Stephanie Spencer of South Australia … who was not only forced to endure a tantrum from a child after her sibling stole a ring from her, and subsequently rescuing the ring from the vice-like grip of poo in the toilet, but then have her own tantrum after upset child decided she no longer wanted the ring.
The clincher for us, however, was her very Real Mum like reaction to discovering a rather large spider on her head, whereby she inadvertently dropped the baby and flicked the spider at another child. Nice. We probably would have thrown the baby at the child, and followed it up with the spider before running screaming from the room
 
She did well.
 
Jodi Gibson of Victoria … her third year running as a finalist and who’s efforts this year include sipping champagne in a friend’s pool house whilst her daughter was off at school, falling off monkey bars, breaking an arm and filling in the details for the ambulance officer while being whisked off to the Children’s Hospital.
 
She now utilises the pain her daughter endured during arm breakage, using the age old “do you want me to give you something that really hurts?” when crying ensues for no particular reason. Now, due to actually experiencing “really hurts’ pain, she’s upped the anti and asks if her daughter would like something that “really really hurts”.
 
She endures the supervision and participation in craft projects until they end up in tears and tantrums. Always hers, never the kids’.
 
Britt O’Meara of Victoria … who was having a particularly bad day the day her nomination was received, putting up with a usually white coffee, without the milk. Margarine on bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner is a staple.
 
We believe the unwillingness to head to the supermarket is a result of leaving her five year old there once and only noticing when he didn’t respond to her repeated questioning. But when do they ever?
 
Mostly, we are impressed by the fact that, in her other role as Teacher, she looked down and noticed her underpants lying on the classroom floor. And not the nice, frilly ones either. What we were most impressed about with that is not that they fell out of the leg of her pants, like has happened to many of us at one time or another, but that they fell out of the hood of her jacket!
 
Norlin Mustapha of Victoria … she has made some fairly decent sacrifices for her children, including using her good perfume on their school uniforms because they’d run out of uniforms to wear to school.
 
She also is vigilant in teaching her kids to do the right thing, where once, upon leaving the house after threatening to do so, she rang them, then told them off for answering the phone when she wasn’t there. A fabulous example of carrying through with what you say you’ll do, too.
 
Following through with learning through expereince, and a particular favourite of Mad Cow’s, as she has done similar, is giving into their nagging about having a chocolate milk when there was no chocolate powder in the house to be had. Whipping up a choc milk for each of them, using cocoa poweder and no sweetener soon had them begging her not to do it again.
 
… and finally …
 
Candy Jubb of New South Wales … a mother to seven, but that’s not why she is selected as finalist. She is the very epitomy of Real Mum, doing school dropoffs with Nutella on her face, talc powder hands on the bum of her jeans, and snot on the shoulder. The trifecta.
 
She is resourceful, having her daughter wear her son’s underwear, tells the teachers the kids dressed themselves (or that her hubby dressed them!) and once pretended to be the babysitter. Who hasn’t done that?!
 
She uses the standard “you must be so busy” comments to get out of canteen lady duty. If people are going to give her the excuse, why not take it?
 
Congratulations to all our Finalists who will be presented with their most deserved Medal and the winner announced at Mums’ Night Out! on May 14th 2010
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“Just five minutes!” or variations thereof … the all time fave would have to be “in a minute!”

Or there’s “give me a break!”

Etc etc You know what I’m talking about.

My recent comments in the news about Elisabeth Badinter’s book, Le Conflit, La Femme et la Mere (The Conflict, the Woman and the Mother) have caused quite a stir. Mostly, I can’ t help but notice, and much as I hate to generalise and stereotype, from the sanctimummies. The Mumfia. The mother nazis.

The ones who have perfect lives, perfect children who sleep all night and are perfectly well behaved ALL THE TIME, never have to wipe vegemite off anything, are always sunny and happy and never do things like put the keys in the freezer and really enjoy craft.

(For the record, if I could actualy do craft, I may enjoy it more. As it is, I suck at it and find it really boring and would rather use the icy pole sticks to shove up my nose to see how many will fit than glue the fuckers together with a toddler. I digress …)

For the most part, I am astounded by the number of mums that go on and on about “putting the children first”, for the most part in a sanctimonious and “you should do what I say” kinda way. What I’ve never been able to fathom is how doing what is right for you and your mental health isn’t putting the kids first. I know my first born would probably be dead or seriously injured had I not put him in childcare, gone off to uni and done a few things for myself. By myself. Things that I was sanctimoniously castigated for. The Mumfia were out in full force when I chose that particular path.

I’m not suggesting this is for everyone. I know loads of people who are extremely happy being stay at home mums and loving every minute of it. I don’t get it, but I’m not against it and don’t judge them for it. It is who they are and I love and appreciate them, because they are being who they are. Just as I am and just as the SAHMs I’m friends with don’t judge me for studying or running a business and not sitting on the floor finger painting and smiling insanely pretending I’m having fun whilst doing so. They don’t get me either, but they still like me.

They do, however, have something in common with me in the form of putting themselves first for the benefit of the kids.

Nobody, Ms Badinter included I’m sure, is suggesting we squeeze the little buggers out and leave them in a field to fend for themselves. Although, it appears this is exactly what I’m implying to some groups. One even said that’s what we “lot” are suggestiong. No. That’s stupid. Quite possibly even more stupid to suggest it.

It’s just that quite a few of us need to be a woman first. Yes, there are sacrifices you make, absolutely. Just as there are sacrifices you have to make when you make any life change … getting married, moving house, changing job, going to uni (I had to sacrifice the lattes from the cafe up the road and deal, instead, with the shit ones done by the bored, useless “barista” in the uni caffe), buying a car of a different make and model of your last, caring for your terminally ill parents …

I just have trouble understanding that, when it comes to parenting or mothering (coz, lets face it, dads don’t appear to get the flack on this sort of level)* you make a suggestion about keeping your identity and having something for yourself and suddenly you’re the worlds worst parent, you shouldn’t be allowed to even have children and why did you have kids in the first place?

Ummm, well, because I wanted to spend my entire day shaving icy pole sticks up my … oh, wait, no sitting on hard floors sticking together bits of felt to create something that looks shit and singing songs in baby voices, and not doing anything that I’m interested in and passionate about and love, and eventually having my kids leave home and wondering what the hell I’ve done with my life and what I even like any more.

Again, I’m not having a go at mums who choose to stay at home, because, again, the ones who are my friends are doing it because they are interested in it, passionate about it and love it, and have retained that sense of themselves.

What I am against is those that do it attempt to make the rest of us feel bad (just as I’m against working mums who bag non-working mums). It’s not about who is right or wrong.

It’s about being true to who you are.

If you’re not … and you claim to be “putting your kids first and doing the best for them”, are you really?

I know, for me, being a woman first and putting myself first was the singlemost and best thing I did for my kids.

It literally saved their lives.

I think that’s pretty much putting my kids first, wouldn’t you think?

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Sep
09

Missing your kids?

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Killing some time while the kids are in the bath and came across this post on Festoon Bunting about Tat Your Tot

Pretty cool concept, these temporary tats. My methode de identification is locating a leaky pen at the bottom of my bag and attempting to write with it on the kids arms. Or foreheads.

I lie. Those who know me know I’m totally anal and have at least 3 working pens, a hightlighter and permanent marker in all bags at all times. They don’t always write good on smelly sweaty boys though.

Besides, my mother-in-law would have a conniption at the temporary tats, and I’d get lots of sideways glances and “bad mother” under breath mutters from my neighbours, so the Tat Your Tot thing is a bonus in my eyes.

Anyhoo, the thingy of Festoon said that if you blog about it and tell everyone about it and you can win one of 4 packs.

So I’m writing, so that I can win a pack and then take my kids out with the tats on them, freak out oldies in the neighbourhood and write someoen else’s phone number on the Identitats. Then I can have a lovely, peaceful afternoon, knowing that … someone is caring for them.

And as I type, I realise I have lost a naked baby somewhere in the house. An Identitat on his bum would be really handy about now. I could find him, then ring the number on it and tell them to come collect him and dress him so he doesn’t wee under the table or in the dishwasher.

When the kids save up enough money – or when I actually start giving them the pocket money I promise them – I’ll let them get a permanent Identitat.

Again, with someone else’s phone number on it.

 

 

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The debate rages in and out – control cry or not. Depending, of course, on which version of controlled crying they decide to tell you about.

Anyhoo, 8 years ago, and even 6 years ago, controlled crying was in. And now, it’s something else. I don’t even know what’s trendy anymore because it’s all too bloody confusing and keeps changing and no one really cares what suits the mum or the baby or the family. They’re all sprouting their own guff.

Couple of weeks back was some research that said leaving baby to cry for 20 minutes was ok. And the current-trend followers are doing their oh, so empowering and supportive thing and saying “oh, no, do you know what you’re putting your baby through when you leave it to cry?” and the “how can you do that’s?” etc.

(In case you missed it, I was being a little sarcy with the “oh, so empowering and supportive” comment)

You know what?

I. Don’t. Care.

I don’t care how high the stress hormone levels in the baby go after crying for 20 minuutes. Or how distressed he gets when he cries and doesn’t get an immediate response.

Ka-ching. Ka-ching.

Whoops, that was Mother Guilt levels rising.

After 10 months of 2am wake ups and 1 sleep a day, what the fuck do you think my stress levels are doing?

Ka-ching. Add some more to my stress hormone levels with the increase in Mother Guilt levels.

Ka-ching is not quite right, impies cashing up. Sadly, sleep deprived, befuddled brain can’t think of anything else.

When my lack of sleep, and currently ignored bouts of crying lasting longer than 20 minutes, starts to impact on my daily life, the baby’s stress hormone levels are the least of my worries. Sending the kids off to school with sandwiches made of their recent school report and a smelly sock, which have somehow managed to relocate themselves to the  fridge’s cheese compartment and Vegemite jar respectively and ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching – there go my stress hormone levels again.

Followed closely by the Mother Guilt levels, yet again, when I realise I’ve yelled at one of them for complaining about what he was wearing to school, then realise I’d not only made him cry, but sent him off in a sparkly pink tu-tu. And we don’t have girls in this house. Or sparkly pink tu-tus for that matter.

Worse, my stress hormone levels are so high, I can’t function enough to get the components of a MUG of coffee working – you know, hot water and coffee. I even have a machine to do it for me, a machine that literally requires me to add water from the tap, and add coffee beans. It does the rest … and I can’t manage to get that right some days.

Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. That would be my levels of self-worth declining, whilst my feelings of inadequacy and crap mothering increase exponentially!

The Psycho Bitch that has moved into our house – via my head – who yells at everyone and can’t even get a decent MUG of coffee isn’t helping matters, either.

So, with all the well-meaning and well intended advice out there advising us on the best ways to get babies to sleep etc etc blah blah blah, throwing in all the guff about their stress hormone levels with being left to cry, with all due respect … not very fucking helpful.

At all.

Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching.Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching. Ka-ching.

That’s my stress hormone levels, my Mother Guilt levels, my feelings of inadequacy, my feelings of worthlessness and my feeling like a “bad mother”. Increasing. Rapidly.

All of which go up even more rapidly when you’re sleep deprived and feeling stressed, guilty and inadequate and the baby has been left to cry for something in the vacinity of 37 seconds. Baby’s hormone levels, stress or otherwise, are not top priority.

Thank you for your well-meaning ‘advice’. Now, please shut up.

Unless of course, you’re going to focus on me – yes, as selfish as that may sound, um, if I get hit by a bus because I can’t function enough to walk, I seriously doubt the 10 month old is going to manage the household and make sandwiches for lunch. Although, given my current state, he cold probably do a better job than I can.

So, right now, if I hear one more “expert” say “oh, but think of what you’re doing to the baby” I will quite possibly go slightly more mad than I already am. Surely, my overall mental and emotional well-being are going to have greater impact on the long term development of the baby than being left to cry for a bit?

Or is that me just being a selfish cow, as some have implied and yet others have outright stated?

And thank you to the Pycho Bitch who helped me to write this. Your (my?) input was invaluable.

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