If you haven’t read my post Dear Other Mum…What I Wish I’d Said then do read it as it will provide a little bit of context to the post I’m about to write.
Normally when I write a post I will spend a little time thinking about exactly what I want to say. This time, I’m just going to throw all of that out of the window as I’ve had a bad day. I’m feeling like the world’s worst parent (again) so I just want to waffle!
Remember in my Dear Other Mum post I said that one day I might need the help of a stranger? Well, today that day came and I could kiss those lovely people for stepping in and helping me!
Monday is Little One’s swimming class and I decided to set off early as I’m notorious for being late. Once getting to the pool car park, which is on a school site, I realised that it was extra busy due to an event. This meant I struggled to find a car parking space. I decided to do a few more laps, avoiding cars parked here, there and everywhere and swerving away from idiotic drivers, who had suddenly forgotten the rules of the road. During this time, Little One had started to make grunting noises. I knew instantly that he was working on a poo.
By the time I managed to find a parking space, I was flustered and had realised that Little One had indeed had a poo but had failed to contain it in his nappy. I also realised that as I had switched bags, I had forgotten to pack any spare clothes. Just great!
So into the building I go. I’m trying my best not to smear the poo which is now seeping through his leggings. By this point, I’m no longer early. I now have 5 minutes to clean up the mess, get us both ready for swimming and join the class. I lay Little One down and start to remove his extremely pooey leggings. However, he has other ideas and begins to roll over and crawl away. Argh!!
By now, I want to actually burst out crying; I’m stressed out from the parking situation, I have poo on my hands and now people are watching as my little one kicks up a fuss and I struggle to stop him leaving a trail of poo.
Just as I was about to come unglued, a girl and her mother stepped in to help. Despite the girl having her own baby to deal with, she offered words of support and told me that it’s happened to us all. Her mother distracted my little one for long enough for me to clean him up. Neither of them hesitated to help and I have no idea how I would have managed without them!
This is a perfect example of somebody who is struggling but doesn’t want to ask for help.
Although I did not feel judged by them nor did I feel like they were questioning my parenting, I did feel judged by onlookers and I definitely judged myself.
I didn’t pack any spare clothes and so he left swimming in a hoodie and my coat wrapped around him in the freezing cold. This makes me feel like the world’s worst parent!
What has made you feel like the world’s worst parent? Did anybody come to your rescue?