...seriously. I've become one of those mothers. I think I've passed a little bit crazy and sailed on to full on cuckoo territory. I've set my son up a Facebook page. I log in and post status updates from him. Also, he now smacks me and pretends to cry when I kiss his little smoochy lips. I couldn't work out why my son suddenly didn't love me any more, until the Husband pointed out that sometimes I pin him down and smooch his little chubby face until he's squirming to get away (the baby, not the husband). What's wrong with me?
I had my heart broken yesterday. My oldest daughter was watching Elf, and she turned, looked at me with her big, innocent, 5 year old eyes and said 'That's silly, mummy. I know that Santa isn't real, the mummys and daddys buy presents for the little girls and boys!' Cue my heart smashing into a million pieces. She's still a baby! How the hell did she work that out?! I feel kinda terrible for it, because I was always gonna be honest with my kids and blah blah blah...but I told her she was wrong, Father Christmas IS real! I just didn't expect her to find out this young. I wanna squeeze another couple of years out of the 'Christmas Magic' feeling you only get as a kid who believes in Father Christmas. So, now I'm the mother who terrorises my children with kisses and lies to them. Great.
While we're on the subject of Christmas, I started my Christmas shopping. Finally! OK, by started my Christmas shopping, I mean I've made a list, bought one present (that wasn't even on the list) and I don't know who to give it to. Oh well, that's a start.
Until next time,
Crazy Mother
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