So, I’ve had a couple of responses to my ‘How wide is your buggy’ post that I put up last night. I’ve published them, so feel free to read and enjoy my severe tellings-off in all their glory. One is from someone I’ve known in real life since we were nine years old. The other is from a ‘hit and run’ poster.

Here’s my response.

The whole entry was meant to be humorous. Yes, it was dripping with sarcasm but if you’ve ever read anything else I’ve written, you’ll know that’s my style. I loathe self-congratulating parents and have enough self-awareness to know that sometimes I overstep the smugness line. I try to self-edit, but sometimes it spills over. I shall try to wear my hair-shirt with pride more often in future.

For the record, I don’t think that parents with single babies are any better or worse than parents of twins, triplets, quads or anything else. I was aiming my post at a VERY specific type of mum – the designer bag toting yummy mummy with perfectly blow-dried hair, and a very expensive lifestyle and attitude to match. They are the ones that do post-partum yoga in the park. The average, normal mum in the street with a buggy should not be offended by my post. If you were, I apologise.

My self-reference to being ‘cleverer (yes, it is in the dictionary. Here’s a link: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/cleverer) and more considerate’ was with tongue firmly in cheek. If you had ever read any of my blog entries about my struggles with anxiety, depression, low self-esteem and my constant doubting that I can be a good mother, you would know that I’m probably one of the last people on earth to judge my own parenting abilities against those of others.

I am thankful every single day that I was lucky to have a relatively straightforward pregnancy (extreme exhaustion and sickness for the first 20 weeks and a severe kidney infection that put me in hospital when I was 27 weeks pregnant aside) and I am also grateful that I have my health, my dh is healthy and so are my children. Actually, as I have PCOS and was told a couple of years before I became pregnant that I might not be able to have children at all, do try to forgive me for being a bit pleased about having twins. I would have also been pleased with one baby. Or three. Or more.

I suggest you go back and read the other 293 blog entries to get a much clearer picture of who I am, the perspective I’m writing from and what this blog is actually about. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.

I could carry on but the chip on my shoulder is starting to weigh my arm down, making it difficult to type. (see? That was an attempt at humour!)