It’s Mother’s Day; hopefully this means that if you’re a mother you are still in bed, or if it’s past 10am, being wined and dined by your loving children (and proper food, not just Play Doh).
Hopefully you got something nice in additional to a beautiful homemade card that you have to keep forever (even if it definitely isn’t their best work).
I thought I would take a few moments to think about some of the strongest and brilliant mothers that I know in a poignant, yet funny way.
However after spending four hours at soft play (followed by McDonalds, diets aren’t for potty training weeks) and then over an hour of trying to get my children to Go. To. Sleep, I’ve just realised I’ve been wearing my top inside out all day and I’m not sure that brilliant and poignant is where it is at when it comes to being a mother.
So instead I’m going to salute every other mum out there who is less than perfect.
Who have snot on their trousers and two plastic bags of wet toddler trousers still in their bag, which preschool handed them some time last week.
Who use terrible empty threats such as ‘you’re definitely not going to McDonalds‘ when they’re actually really craving a cheeseburger and have absolutely no food in the house.
Who put their kid in trousers three inches too short and didn’t realise til they left the house.
Who are in their mid 30s but have Pom Bears for lunch.
Who hide and eat chocolate so they don’t have to share.
Who are totally, utterly fed up of wiping bums (but do it anyway).
Whose heart sinks when they hear the words ‘come and watch our show!’.
Who are totally rubbish at playing.
Who feel a little bit guilty sometimes over how much they are looking forward to bedtime.
Brilliant is probably much overrated, I deem average perfectly acceptable.
We all made it through and we all rock.
Happy Mother’s Day x