Warning: Sweary Poem!
Sometimes you’ve just got to say [email protected]*K. IT. ALL.
Because it’s alright to not be alright.
And call your newborn baby a knob.
It doesn’t mean you’re not an awesome mummy,
It makes you a member of the ‘We’[email protected]*king-Perfect-Mums-Club’.
Doesn’t mean you don’t crave a raisin-free home.
But while your living room is a Fisher Price graveyard,
You’re bloody entitled to a bit of a moan.
(And the next day) (and shit, the next day after that)
Some days you’ll just need a good weep on your own,
Because that b*stard shop window made you look fat.
Or dropping the odd F-bomb and drinking wine.
Does not make you a totally crap mummy,
It makes you totally NORMAL and is [email protected]*king FINE.
Just brush the Weetabix and that sticky stuff into your hair.
Stick on ITV-Be… get the biscuits, make some tea…
And just don’t [email protected]*king care.
All the perfect-mummy-b*llocks on your Facebook feed.
Because you know what, being not-so-bloody-perfect,
Makes you more than [email protected]*king perfect to me.