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Originally Posted by Gayle
A good mother comes in many different forms and sometimes, just sometimes, the 'public' mother is not a good example of their parenting skills.
I go out for a night out once every blue moon (six months at least since I last went out) but when I do I like to let my hair down and I have a lot to drink.
Some people may only ever see me in that situation. They may be the people behind the bar in the pub or the taxi driver but what sort of impression do they get of me? The only time they've ever seen me, I've been drinking! Sometimes being a good mother means allowing yourself to be yourself every now and then.
The press like to make out that Katie Price is out drinking every night but it's unlikely to be the case. Even if it's as frequent as once a week, that's the night the kids are with Peter and she's letting her hair down. I do feel sorry for the kids because when they're older they're going to get conflicting images of their mother - is she the warm, kind person who takes them horse riding or is she the drunken slapper that the press have cultivated?
Now, I don't know for sure whether either Katie Price, Jordan or Kerry Katona is a good or bad mother. I don't know how much the press have a hand in the impression that's created of them or how much like their true personality that is.
All I'm saying, is that we're all guilty of judging the book by the cover here and there is far more to any of these women than we possibly think.
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Of course everyone's allowed to have a night out on the drink, Gayle.
I'm sure most of us do that.
No-one's going to think badly of you for going out and having a lot to drink.
That's normal.
Unlike Kerry though, I don't suppose you take cocaine and regularly get sloshed during the day, use swear words at your husband and kids, have fights with your husband, kick him out one day and take him back the next and talk on television about what you like in bed, do you? If so, it should be an interesting appearance on Countdown. LOL

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