When I was a SAHM working mums were fucking vile.
They were literally the only bad thing about it, the judgemental sneering hags.
I remember my favourite encounter. I was in my nice coat and scarf and she scuttled over, introduced herself as a Head of Department at the high school. I wondered what on earth the problem was, I'd never seen her before in my life, but she goes on to say she's the parent of some other kids in my daughter's nursery.
"So what do you do?" she coos, hoping I'm a Middle Class Wanker like her.
I tell her I'm a SAHM now, but in future I will... but she's already interrupted me with a look of horror on her face.
"Oh," she gasps, like I've just said someone's died, "Oh dear. Oh. Was that, um, was it your choice?"
No I had a gun held to my head, you daft bint.
She then goes on with the "Well, I'D get bored," and "See, I NEED intellectual stimulation" and thus I do not tell her I was weeks away from returning to full time work in precisely the sort of intellectual fields she'd have probably gotten all excited over.