She only wants to “parent” if it’s for show or for an AD. She’s never been interested in any other aspect of motherhood - good or bad. The sleepless nights, the cuddles, the falling asleep on top of you and drooling all over you, the stories, the building dens and going in with them, the pretending to be a fox or some random animal your toddler has instructed you to be, getting covered in chocolate making crispy cakes, making pancakes and flipping them badly while your kids giggle, the sticky little hands, messy mealtimes, water fights, making sandcastles at the beach then having a fish & chips picnic, a pizza party, an afternoon tea, making ice cream cones with a ridiculous amount of toppings, camping out in the back garden, silly singing and dancing, made up games, telling random jokes to each other...these are all things my kids and I will treasure forever. She doesn’t seem to do anything fun or less controlled. All she does is take them to the park so she can film them and get some steps in, take them shopping and go to regimented groups/classes. The bulk of the time she pams them off to her mum, the nursery or the gym creche. All mums deserve some self care time occasionally but the problem is she seems to put herself first all the time. She really shouldn’t have had kids if she wasn’t willing to put their needs before her own. One day your kids will be teenagers Fopps and pretty much all they’ll remember is a crazy controlling fun sponge mother who made them perform like monkeys and was obsessed with her looks, diet, fitness and trying to find ways to avoid spending time with them. I would hate that to be my legacy as a mother.