tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post5735099214723191013..comments2023-09-17T10:50:15.567+01:00Comments on dulwichmum: School Tripdulwichmumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106294077068237863noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-61828757244159744902007-05-02T06:54:00.000+01:002007-05-02T06:54:00.000+01:00Dear Eastdulwichmum,Thanks very much for your kind...Dear Eastdulwichmum,<BR/><BR/>Thanks very much for your kind support, but I am really the pits to be fair.<BR/><BR/>Lovely Beta mum,<BR/><BR/>You must be so proud of her! I would frame it if I was you, and use it to make her feel guilty when she is older. My mother did that to me...dulwichmumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17106294077068237863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-69142914149537047432007-05-01T23:01:00.000+01:002007-05-01T23:01:00.000+01:00I have a note from my daughter I keep on the mante...I have a note from my daughter I keep on the mantelpiece in our bedroom.<BR/>It says - <BR/>"I hate you Mummy" written very carefully in alternating colours.<BR/>She was very cross at the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-33123325553919846432007-05-01T17:15:00.000+01:002007-05-01T17:15:00.000+01:00Just being a parent is such a guilt trip! You ar...Just being a parent is such a guilt trip! You are a super mum. Don't doubt yourself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-55857375101085520662007-04-30T19:05:00.000+01:002007-04-30T19:05:00.000+01:00Dear Omega Mum,Wow, what a privilege! Thank you.Sw...Dear Omega Mum,<BR/><BR/>Wow, what a privilege! Thank you.<BR/><BR/>Sweet Stevo,<BR/><BR/>Surely in your immobilised state you were unable to get a vase! I blame the nursing staff.<BR/><BR/>Darling Drunk Mummy, <BR/><BR/>I have been saying that type of stuff to the children for an age. They don't believe me any more. Perhaps they are already so sensitised by the trauma they are no longer shockable?<BR/><BR/>Babysteps dear heart, <BR/><BR/>Now the child getting me the corkscrew at 8.20 am would be cause for weeping!dulwichmumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17106294077068237863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-36684322297120064032007-04-30T12:35:00.000+01:002007-04-30T12:35:00.000+01:00Just imagine how you'll weep when the darlings bri...Just imagine how you'll weep when the darlings bring you your corkscrew!Michelle Hebert Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16962852098860467212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-91396713986416882462007-04-30T12:15:00.000+01:002007-04-30T12:15:00.000+01:00Dear Dulwich Mum,Do not feel bad about your rantin...Dear Dulwich Mum,<BR/>Do not feel bad about your ranting in front of the children. A friend of mine was in full Top C rant mode in front of her kids a few weeks ago - told them she had had enough, would be getting on a plane and clearing off somewhere, then they and Daddy might appreciate her, etc, etc. She realised that she had gone way over the top when her daughter's school called her to discuss how upset her daughter had been at school, following their recent separation. (Gulp!)<BR/>There....Don't you feel better now?Drunk Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16213660260846567668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-12987120430573707752007-04-30T11:36:00.000+01:002007-04-30T11:36:00.000+01:00I do believe you are bringing up angels rather tha...I do believe you are bringing up angels rather than mere mortal children dulwichmum. My young ones brought me flowers too this weekend. They each said it was the other one's idea but I suspect the nanny was involved somewhere down the line as it was she who was sniggering the loudest when my hay fever symptoms came on, sighrilly superhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448694078653341955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-17312276987198093082007-04-30T08:17:00.000+01:002007-04-30T08:17:00.000+01:00A daisy? A chain of daisies? Pah! I was presente...A daisy? A chain of daisies? Pah! I was presented with 2 bouquets (yes, bouquets) by numbers 1 and 2 on Saturday, both hand crafted and wrapped with grass, one of daisies, one of danlelions. And what did I do? Let then shrivel on the bedside table, that's what.<BR/><BR/>Now, that's what I call parenting.Stevohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07959093797104628651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748453999833334873.post-73505923421776408592007-04-29T21:49:00.000+01:002007-04-29T21:49:00.000+01:00Oh my God, thanks to you I now have a 'blogs I fol...Oh my God, thanks to you I now have a 'blogs I follow' section and yours heads the list. Well, more accurately, it's the only one on the list. No longer a Blog virgin, but raddled old hag as in life. Hurrah! Don't waste all your tears on a daisy. It's when you ignore a whole chain that you need to worry, and probably not even then. Make life too happy now and they'll be shocked at its casual brutality later on. <BR/><BR/>Omega MumAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com