As long as you don’t actually throw the baby against the wall, there is no reason you should feel ashamed for wanting to. Just make sure there is always a pillow close by. This is good for screaming into, hitting or launching at the wall.
And if all else fails and the frustration levels get to boiling point, don’t find yourself in a situation of being home alone without first investing in a punch bag. This might also save other family members from grievous bodily harm.
You remember the claims made by the Stepford Wives.
To recap:
‘Your life becomes so amazing when you have a child.’
‘You’ll fall in love with your child as soon as you see him.’
‘Your bond with your husband becomes so much stronger.’
You add Borg to the list of insults … You have a baby and you become a mother. Just that. A Mother. It’s like your slate is wiped clean and any identity you had prior to this event is immaterial. You are suddenly morphed into the collective. Unique no longer features on your DNA. As for the Stepford Wives, none of those feelings kicked in. My life did not become amazing. I was up to my elbows in sour vomit, crappy nappies and washing. I did not fall in love with my child. Quite the contrary, I felt like throwing him against the wall. My bond with my husband didn’t become stronger. In fact, I often wanted to throw him against the wall too.
