See how much actual and GENUINE love and support you’ve received on this comment?! Yes we’re all strangersnon the internet, but we actually are caring people with empathy for others!
Omg me too! Funny thing is it was totally plausible for her.Thought she’d got a little dinky DKNY backpack for Trenti for a minute
She would never admit to it. When she was a new year's party where there was a close contact exposure event. Simone was isolating at home. never once mentioned anything about isolating just said they are staying at home more. It wasn't until the news exposed that she had been at that same place that it really made sense.She would never admit to having covid. That is for peasants. Plus they only go out once per month remember? So of course she’s avoided it
Ah yes, I remember this. I was in my total adoration stage of Simone worship, and was puzzled by her lack of communication about this. Couldn’t understand why my Simmo wasn’t telling us everything!
Wonder if it’s all on her CF…..No stories in a little while now.....
) and thought my little girl would follow in my footsteps and compete the way I did and I couldn’t wait for the adorable outfits and mummy matching clothes. I’m a boy mum, we are done having kids and they’re all boys. I cried for days with each 20 week gender scan because I’d never have that dream fulfilled. I’m over it now and couldn’t picture life without the chaos, but gender disappointment is a thing and it’s ok to admit that you wished for one over the other. The only time it’s NOT ok is when you don’t get over it and you resent your babies …. It’s not their fault they were born that gender so don’t take your tit out on them 
But no time to fluff around!
Trust me you're the normal one here. I bet you're a great person and have great values. That's what matters most.duck I can’t keep up with this thread and I have small children so I can’t reply to everything and I’m just going to bulk reply here
Shoes: I buy my oldest labelled shoes (Nike, adidas, converse, vans, etc.) and they get handed down to the next child. I only buy in sales so they’re less than $100 a pair but so far they last better than cheap brands and we’ve been able to get more than one child out of them.
Gender disappointment: I always thought I’d have a little girl. I was a dancer (tap, not pole
Perfect life facade: duck me kids are hard. My second absolutely tipped our world upside down and I have had postnatal depression for the better part of 3 years now. I’ve had to go under various counselling services just to keep going for my babies. The house is a tip, I look like death walking, we eat hash browns and chicken nuggets more often than I’ll admit, my car is not clean, I can’t remember the last time I did any self care for myself, I cut my own hair because I don’t have time to go to a salon, I haven’t vacuumed the mailbox since we’ve lived in this house and it’s home to several generations of spiders, the gardens are overgrown, there’s leaves on our lawn (I know. We are DISGUSTING), I haven’t done my makeup since my first child was born, and I’m still wearing my maternity clothes because they are peak comfort and I’ve stopped giving a duck. If Simone keeps up the perfect facade with this second child I might actually scream. She’s doing more damage with that facade than she realises and it’s bleeping gross to keep making other mums feel so inferior. It must be exhausting pretending to have your tit together every day.
Tap not poleduck I can’t keep up with this thread and I have small children so I can’t reply to everything and I’m just going to bulk reply here
Shoes: I buy my oldest labelled shoes (Nike, adidas, converse, vans, etc.) and they get handed down to the next child. I only buy in sales so they’re less than $100 a pair but so far they last better than cheap brands and we’ve been able to get more than one child out of them.
Gender disappointment: I always thought I’d have a little girl. I was a dancer (tap, not pole
Perfect life facade: duck me kids are hard. My second absolutely tipped our world upside down and I have had postnatal depression for the better part of 3 years now. I’ve had to go under various counselling services just to keep going for my babies. The house is a tip, I look like death walking, we eat hash browns and chicken nuggets more often than I’ll admit, my car is not clean, I can’t remember the last time I did any self care for myself, I cut my own hair because I don’t have time to go to a salon, I haven’t vacuumed the mailbox since we’ve lived in this house and it’s home to several generations of spiders, the gardens are overgrown, there’s leaves on our lawn (I know. We are DISGUSTING), I haven’t done my makeup since my first child was born, and I’m still wearing my maternity clothes because they are peak comfort and I’ve stopped giving a duck. If Simone keeps up the perfect facade with this second child I might actually scream. She’s doing more damage with that facade than she realises and it’s bleeping gross to keep making other mums feel so inferior. It must be exhausting pretending to have your tit together every day.
