Let me start off this post by saying that I love Peppa Pig.
Okay, “love” is perhaps an inadequate description. We are devotees of The Pig. She really does make my life easier. I’ve previously mentioned how much I can achieve in five minutes with her help.
But despite my deep appreciation of all things Peppa, there is such a thing as too much. I think we may have reached the limit today – two sick kids and a toddler who has just worked out how to operate the blu-ray player means we were exposed to previously unmatched levels of Her Porcineness.
This level of immersion combined with a few days of challenging parenting left me longing for the episode all parents want to see – when Mummy Pig loses her nana at Peppa and sends her to her room without dinner.
Seriously though, Mummy Pig is like some amazing cloud of serenity when it comes to dealing with her cheeky, headstrong daughter. I would be losing it on a daily basis (as opposed to what I do now…ahem…) if my
piglet child pulled some of the stuff Peppa does.
Daddy Pig hangs out the washing. Peppa and George splash mud on the clean white washing. Mummy doesn’t bat an eyelid and simply puts the load back in the machine. While Mummy isn’t watching, Peppa adds her red dress, turning the load of whites pink.
Mummy sighs and wonders what they’ll tell Daddy Pig.
SERIOUSLY?! Am I the only one that would have chucked a tanty myself? C’mon, Mummy Pig, cut a fellow mother a break!
Okay, a tantrum over the laundry might be a little extreme (who am I kidding? Of course it isn’t!) but I confess I find it hard to live up to Mummy Pig’s calm demeanour everyday. I can’t be the serene mother happily accepting everything life throws at me without serious medication.
I need to know she’s human. Or a pig. Or something.
I just need to know she fails at being the mummy sometimes so I don’t feel like a cartoon pig is a better parent than I am.
Anything you’d like to see happen in Peppa?