Confession Time.

As a mother I should be ashamed.

Rule 1 is to never make a promise you cannot necessarily keep. That was me with the blogging promise at the end of my little note upon having no time. But hey, here's a little look into the world of us.

So then, A major confession.

You know there are all sorts of parents and children out there and all too often, we are ALL too quick to judge at times.

Well, on Sunday we went out shopping  and in a supermarket there was a woman doing her weekly shop. Her kids weren't being particularly well behaved and she was doing her best to control the little rabble. The oldest was leaning on things, kicking things and generally acting hyper. The second child was winding up the biggest child sneakily making comments calling the older kid "poo-poo" and trying to get bigger kid into more trouble by answering and reacting back. The third kid obviously hated being in the trolley and whinged and whined from aisle to aisle and when the biggest kid tried to show affection retaliated by kicking out. With the oldest kid making a big fuss, the two younger ones were laughing and shouting for more.

Eventually the mother obviously lost her rag and shouted out at them all in front of all the other shoppers.

"For Fucks sake, can't you all bloody behave for one stupid hour!!!!"

She then yelled at the oldest child "And I expect YOU to be fucking well setting an example not acting a complete idiot in public!"

Phew.......

Don't you just hate mothers like that?

Don't you just think that if people like that talk to those kids like that then they are probably completely shit parents and should not be in charge of having kids?

I have certainly felt that in the past with some families who seem proper disfunctional. Mum looks rather harrassed and whilst you can't possibly imagine the way things are at home you don't know whether to feel sorry for them or believe them to be a complete utter bitch incapable of controlling her kids or herself.

Yes, I have felt that. I have felt that MANY a times witnessing pyschotic mothers stressed out and fed up in shops and in towns.

On Sunday however, this crazed over-stressed had-enough of the kids mother was me. The little horrors in the shop were MY little horrors.

I never claim to be a perfect mum.

I never claim to have the perfect family or the perfect kids.

I sometimes am a rather awful mother that does and says things on the spur of the moment that I am not proud of. I know what I do is wrong, I know that I am not the first and certainly won't be the last pyscho mum in a supermarket but I won't be so quick to judge at times.

More often than not I am the one that is holding my kids hands, skipping along happily singing songs and sharing little kisses with my kids but other times, the times I often try to keep private I fail miserably at this "good mothering" lark and no one feels worse about it than I do myself.

So just next time you see that mother looking stressed and telling her kids off constantly in a shop, try not to judge but wonder just how you would be reacting and feeling towards her parent style if she was just letting her kids get away with blue murder.

I love my kids beyond words but every now and then they do make me snap at the worst possible time and make me look an evil monster.

Confession Over.