My father used to thrash me to sleep with a broken bottle. Ne’er did me any harm.Eeeuggh this is actually one of the worst things I've seen her do.
I also comfort my child when he's upset and don't use time outs ... do you know what I don't do?.... wait for him to become visibly distressed then set up a camera and film myself staring at him first.
What. The. duck.
Imagine it, in the 70s, your mother setting up the Kodak Brownie, lamping you one to make you cry, and getting one of your siblings to snap the photo.
Liey, listen up: you’re not mother of the bleeping year, you’re just not. You never will be. Sorry if you think I’m being a bleep, it comes with the territory. Do yourself and your kids a favour - Get yourself off social media. We’re not the ones who need help, we’re just taking the bleeping piss out of you. You, on the other hand, you’re a butty short of a bleeping picnic.
And a bleep.