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Welcome to our month long series of Mumfessions!

We all know being a mum is the hardest job in the world. It’s completely life-changing. Equal parts amazing and terrifying, we all somehow muddle through looking after our first baby with not a notion of what we are doing.

You’ll know love like you’ve never felt before. You’ll find yourself staring at your baby and thinking they are the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your entire existence. But, you’ll also experience exhaustion that would make even the toughest of NAVY Seal’s break down and give up. Your patience will be tested to its absolute limit. You might cry. You might hide in the under the stairs cupboard just to get a bit of peace. You’ll find yourself Googling things like ‘green poo baby normal?’ and ‘can I die from lack of sleep?’

But if there’s one universal thing that binds us parents together, it’s that we all do our best even though we haven’t a clue what we’re doing… that and the fact that we all have deep, dark confessions bursting to get out!

You know what I’m talking about. Those little white lies we tell our kids in order to avoid a meltdown.

No love, when the Ice Cream Van plays that song, it means they are actually out of ice cream.’

Yup you’re not alone. We’ve all done things like that; it’s called survival! And while it doesn’t make you a bad parent even in the slightest, it is nice to get them your chest now and again.

So put down that bag of bricks mamas, step into The M Word Mumfessional and unload. That’s right, there’s no judgement here, only support, because let’s face it, we’ve all done things like this and more.

In that vein, I’m about to unload my top five mummy confessions, here goes. #SorryNotSorry


  1. I’ve taken batteries out of excruciatingly loud toys, claiming the batteries are dead.


  1. I’ve put on a top that has days old baby barf stains on it and just said feck it, it’ll be grand, if anyone notices, I’ll say it literally just happened before I left the house


  1. I’ve let my toddler do bold things so I can get a couple of minutes peace, such as; letting him chuck the talcum powder ALL over the house leaving it looking as if Pablo Escobar has been through with a cocaine party. Letting him paint ketchup on the couch cushions with his fingers and emptying out the entire contents of the press, including an open packet of cornflakes that ended up all over the kitchen. It was totally worth it!


  1. I blame everything on teeth… everything. Oh he bit you? Teeth. On he’s being really ratty today? Teeth! Oh he’s having a meltdown? Teeth! He won’t eat broccoli but he’ll eat chocolate… er teeth?


  1. When my little dude makes snoring sounds, I think it’s the cutest thing in the world… when my husband does it, I want to smother him with a pillow.


Phew… okay I feel much better now!

Fancy stepping into the Mumfessional? Then send us YOUR story by clicking HERE where you can remain anonymous, if you wish. You can also message us on our social media channels, comment under our Mumfessional Facebook post, or even send us a video of you in your very own Mumfessional… I find the toilet or under stairs cupboard works well!

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We’ll share the best stories over the month and the best one will scoop a €100 Brown Thomas Gift Card to boot!



Niamh O'Reilly
Niamh O'Reilly
A full time feature and copy writer, Niamh is a dog-mad, shoe-obsessed, movie-buff, with a curious penchant for politics. Up until her son arrived in December 2016, she’d never changed a nappy, made a bottle or even held a baby for more than 5 minutes without it unleashing what she refers to as ‘the death roar’. Completely unprepared for this momentous change in her life, she’s now trying to navigate the brand new world of motherhood with honesty, grace, love and humour. You can also catch her writing about her journey over at www.themammyblog.ie