Things I will not do

We have now been parents for 8 years and during this time there have been things I have said, BC (Before Children), that I would never do and ended up doing.


Allow them to eat junk food. Ever. Ok, they only get junk food when they’re with my Mom, so I guess I didn’t do too badly there.

Pick things up from the floor of a shopping mall and lick them clean to give to my child. (In all fairness, I usually make Etienne perform this particularly onerous task)

I have done poo nappies, scraped poo out from under my fingernails.

I have mopped up vomit. Repeatedly. In one night.

I have walked around naked with flaming milk-filled boobs in order to feed twins.

Sacrificed many hours of sleep.

Made pots and pots and pots of butternut boiled and mashed to make and freeze for baby-food.

Pram and nap fails.

Trips to the hospital.

Threatened, cajoled and bargained to get kids dressed in the mornings.


If there is one thing I never thought would give me the living heebiejeebies it is pulling the tooth of a 6 year old. I can’t. I just can’t. No matter how much wailing and gnashing of loose teeth, I refuse. I categorically refuse.

This is where I draw the line.

What is there that you categorically refuse to do?