Give me a loud, resounding “HELL YEAH!” If you can relate to the following…
“I mostly dine on pizza crusts, soggy smiley faced potatoes, biscuits, more biscuits, my children’s sweets when they’re asleep, always standing up. My kids will disown me if there is no cheese or ketchup in the house”.
Give us a high-five if this sounds familiar…
“My go-to make up look is a droog from a Clockwork Orange, mascara and eyeliner on one eye, forgot entirely about the other as my kid was wiping his nose on my seude curtains. Later the loud mouthed child at playgroup kindly alerted me to my faux pas. And everyone else”.
Yeah? Right? You’re nodding, aren’t you? Well, welcome to the Motherhood, babycakes, it’s another hood.
Now, gimme your best gangster stance, and join in with the Motherhood rap!
What could be more liberating and frankly, hilarious, than a fun, strong and sassy mother singing a rap about the trials and tribulations we go through every. single. day.
That’s my favourite thing about this strange world what we call the internet. Motherhood is a migraine inducingly stressful, at most times isolating, frigging exhausting job, but occasionally, something will crop up in your timeline, your inbox or appear on your browser that’ll make you laugh so much you’ll curse yourself for not doing more kegel exercises, snort into your stone cold cup of tea and heave a ginormous sigh of relief that you didn’t even know you’d been holding. More importantly, you’ll feel just a teeny bit normal again, even with all the absolutely insane stuff we as mothers find ourselves up against on a daily basis.
So kick off those knackered sheepskin boots, drop the 3 stone survival pack you used to call a handbag and let us celebrate our fellow fairy cake baking, night-time waking and nit raking mothers in the hood, I might even let you have one of my cold fish fingers if you ask nicely.