You Know You’re a Bad Mother When…


You have this conversation with your five-year-old at the school gates in the morning: 

Flea: Are we on time, or late?

Me: We’re on time. See, it’s 8.44, and school starts at 8.50. Plenty of time.

Flea: Gosh. Nice to be on time for once. 

Sometimes, I feel my daughter does not worship me in quite the manner I would like. 


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