Seems my latest column on Essential Baby has a hit a bit of a nerve. Apparently it's very offensive to my youngest child to admit that I'm over some of the repetitious drudgery that parenting can bring. Like school lunches. Like lining up and chit chatting at kinder. The misunderstanding lies in the vernacular - you can still love your children without necessarily loving everything about parenting.
So I am now perhaps officially an imperfect parent. Better than a martyr, I say. Read on and decide for yourself!