I’m The Mum That….


I’m a Part time working mummy…

That means I’m the mum that has to run her home like a military operation in the mornings to get five babies out on time…

I’m the mum that rages in her head on the way to school that she’s left that signed letter that the Teacher’s asked for three times on the kitchen work top yet again…

I’m the mum that loses her shit with one of the kids in the car that they’ve managed to forget their packed lunch or drink bottle or bag or PE kit despite her reminding them seven times to pick it up…

I’m the mum that drives to the office with a lump of guilt in her throat because she feels like she was the shittest mum on the school run…

I’m the mum that runs to the shops in her work break to pick something for the kids dinner but forgets to feed herself lunch…

I’m the mum that gets home & cooks a dinner nobody likes so she bribes and begs them to eat because she’s too tired to fight…

I’m the mum who only notices her bathroom needs cleaning when she’s getting in the shower so she ends up scubbing piss off the toilet seat naked, then squealing because she’s manages to douse her nipple in bleach…

I’m the mum that dishes out the threats to split kids into different rooms at bedtime unless they go to bloody sleep…

I’m the mum that tidies away the pots and pans and sighs heavily when the house is still a shit tip an hour after everyone is sleeping….

I’m the mum that finally sits down at 9pm and remembers she has to make tomorrows packed lunches…

I’m the mum that gets up to make the packed lunches and when the spreadable butter doesn’t spread but instead rips a piece of bread in half she sobs, because it all just feels too much.

I’m the mum that eventually sits down to watch TV and falls asleep within seconds…

I’m the mum that wakes on the sofa and before going to bed sneaks into her babies rooms and watches every single one of them sleep. She kisses their cheeks, ruffles their sweaty hair and breathes in their smell and gets a lump of guilt in her throat for being too hard on them..

I’m the mum that finally falls into bed exhausted but can’t fall asleep because her head’s going crazy overthinking and worrying about things she can’t control…

….and I was that exact same mum when I was a full-time working mummy, only it felt even harder fitting in so many hours. Eventually I couldn’t physically manage because running a home and a career fulltime proved too difficult for me so I cut my days…

….and I was that exact same mum when I was a stay-at-home mum, only it felt even harder not working in an ‘actual job’ so everyone expected me to get everything done with ease and without complaint because I was so lucky to be at home when all I wanted to do was scream because actually, it felt like such bloody hard work to raise babies full-time.

…..I’m a part time working mummy, but that makes my job no harder or easier than any other mummy who does it differently to me

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