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I'm One Of Them

I'm one of those moms. I will be the first to say she was an idiot for having him on her lap. Seeing him in the car seat really irked me and made me cringe. No one is a perfect mom. Far be from me to even think that I'm a 10 on the mothering scale. We all make mistakes. Naturally, she's going to be under a much bigger microscope than me but come on. I have fallen on ice with my son in my arms whilst incubating the Peanut. I've fallen down stairs with either of them in my arms. They've fallen down the stairs. Remember those stairs of death? If I was watched for every dumbass thing I've done with my kids, I would be embarrassed beyond words. The girl tripped on her pants. It's happened to moms before and it'll happen again. Britney's problem (one of them at least - I can't get started on K-Fed, there's not enough space on the internet) is that all of her mistakes are culminated together and makes her look like a shitty ass mom and I honestly don't think she is. She's with her child a lot more than most celebrities with kids. I don't recall seeing a nanny holding him. Speaking of nanny, wasn't it the nanny who was with the baby when he fell out of the highchair? I can't believe I'm saying this but, I think we need to give her a break.

For now.

She'll do something much better/worse next week.

Comments

graymama said…
I agree. Who are we to judge?!
Anonymous said…
My husband and I took wagers on which of the twins would take the stairs of death first (sick, but true)! there were only 6 of 'em ( we lived in a split level) but shit happends and it was inevitable. When we went out, the posse rolled as a team unit! Twins in the wagon and the baby on my back/front. I had velcro sneakers on, money in my pants pocket and cargo pants with crackers in them... I am laughing now, but I never did F.A.O./ Toys R US / or a sitdown restaurant w/o the hubster...It is safer at home in the controlled environment.Britney needs to stay her ass home and raise her child, not look for photo ops at toystores and restaurants...I don't dispute her love for the child but enough is enough! She knew she was cannon fodder for the media BEFORE she had the baby so did she think that she was given a pass because she is pregnant again?!
Les Becker said…
The only thing that bothers me in this mess was the report that Brit was seen leaving a venue (restaurant, I suppose?) with baby on one arm and a glass in her other hand...

Made me wonder what was in that glass, I guess.
Anonymous said…
I so WANT to enter the shitty mixed tape...I am on the waiting list! WTF is up with Jordy? That is worst than 1910 Fruitgum Company!
Gina said…
sorry! I have the dog on my lap...

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