Sometimes I feel as though I’ve lost my identity, everyone else’s lives seem to be moving on and mine is on pause. Over the weekend I had the pleasure of meeting some distant relatives over the weekend. You know the type, middle aged, married with careers etc. It went something like this: “Hi Rosey, nice… Continue reading What do you do for a living? Well.. I’m just a mum.
I keep seeing the ‘Finish’ advert, the advert which is basically about making sure your ‘dishwasher’ runs smoothly. It’s left me thinking. Why the eff is there not a product to clean and maintain the actual fucking cleaner *cough mum’s cough*. (By this, obviously I don’t mean I want someone to clean me.. That would be… Continue reading Who cleans the cleaner?
You are good enough. You are amazing. Social media is full of fuckwits who only show you a snippet of their so called perfect lives. Because they are too afraid of being perceived as a failure. I’m fed up of seeing these idealistic expectations on what a mother “should be”. Forget about it. So what… Continue reading To the mum who feels she isn’t good enough.
What a fucking day. Seriously, First thing I was greeted with this morning was an overflowing washing basket… As if I wasn’t already miserable. I’m not sure what’s with my frame of mind right now. But my old anxious ways have slithered themselves back into my mind the last couple of days. Usually I’m on… Continue reading Dirty washing, carbonara & a nervous breakdown