There’s no such thing as a perfect parent, so we love that these honest moms aren’t afraid to spill the beans. Here are 9 funny, real-life confessions from bad moms to keep you entertained and remind you that you’re not alone…
What’s that smell?
If I know my husband is going to be home soon, I’ll pretend that I didn’t notice that our son was in need of a nappy change.
The getaway plan
My husband and I always plan to take our annual leave at the same time, and for at least one or two of those days we’ll drop our kids off at playschool so that we can – finally – spend some time alone.
Do as I say
I caught my thirteen-year-old son with a pack of cigarettes, so I confiscated them and gave him a long lecture on how bad smoking is for your health. Later that evening, I tucked into that same box and have been smoking them in secret ever since.
Hitting the gym
I’ve discovered that if I drop my little ones off at the kids’ club at the gym, then I can have coffee at Kauai and read a book in peace. Plus, I can say I’ve been to the gym!
A masterpiece in the making
Every once in a while, I’ll chuck out the kids’ school artwork. I keep the good pieces, of course, but there are only so many paper-plate faces a mom needs, not to mention the limited space on the fridge. But it gets worse… When they ask me about one of the discarded pieces, I ask, ‘Well, where did you leave it?’
On weekend mornings, I purposefully bang around in the kitchen making as much noise as I can. It’s my revenge for the number of times my teenage daughter kept me up when she was a toddler.
Did you hear that?
I like having a couple of sweets to chew on in traffic. Of course, my kids like them too so, when I don’t feel like sharing, I turn the volume up on the radio so they don’t hear the wrappers crinkle as I open them.
My five-year-old loves Disney’s Aladdin and ever since we showed him how to work the DVD player, he plays it non-stop. The other day I hid the DVD then spent 20 minutes ‘helping him look for it’.
I’m a secret eater
If my kids get a treat pack after a birthday party, I tell them they’ve had enough sugar and will have to wait until the next day to tuck into it. That gives me enough time to take out the decent treats for myself.
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