Every Wednesday, mums confess all.
“I keep my daughter up until she can’t sit up anymore and is almost bumping her head on things – then if you put her down she will SLEEP really well.”
“I bribe them with sweets!”
“Mines a bit not-PC. My son kept shouting ‘look at that man’s hat, mummy’ at the lovely shop owner’s turban…”
“When R was a week or so old I decided to be brave and get out to John Lewis. I went to change her in the communal baby changing room and as I was changing her she did a bright yellow projectile poo, which shot out of her bum like someone had stood on a squeezy bottle of English mustard. It was all over everything…. I left it and got out of there quickly!”
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