There’s a Facebook page I follow, haven’t seen much from it but a friend recommended it a while back and I ‘liked’ it when I was pregnant. A post popped up tonight, I’ll paste it below:
Daddy goes to work at the same time every day during the week.
He wakes up.
He gets dressed.
He sets off for work.
He returns at the end of the day and that is his day finished.
Daddy has nothing else to worry about once he has finished work for the day.
Daddy is tired after a long day at work.
Mummy works whenever she can fit it around children. Mummy tries to work really hard whenever she can so that the family can afford to do nice things and go to nice places. Mummy also hopes that one day, if she works hard enough...that they will be able to afford a bigger house, with a bedroom for each of the children. (With a space for a dishwasher)
On a weekday, Mummy will wake up with the children, she will give them breakfast and get them dressed, she will endure the constant battles that her threenager continuously decides to put her through every single day.
Mummy will throw her hair up into what can only described as a massive fucking mess and she will take the children to school resembling some sort of morbidly obese zombie.
When Mummy arrives back from the school run she will put on a load of washing, she will wash the pots, then she will look at the mess of the house and wonder HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK it is possible to do ALL OF THE THINGS, ALL OF THE TIME. Mummy will rush around like an absolute twat to get everything done in the small window she has child free.
When Mummy has finished her jobs and she has collected the smallest child from Preschool at 11.45am she will arrive home and start to think about the list of jobs she has yet to complete. After making lunch for the little one she will think about:
Activities that are to be attended.
Uniforms that need to be ready.
Meals that need to be cooked.
Packed lunches that need to be ready.
Spellings which need to be learnt.
Letters that need to be read.
Emails that need to be answered.
Bills that need to be paid.
The house being tidied yet a-fucking-gain.
The smallest one being occupied.
All before she can even begin to think about starting work. Her actual job.
Mummy has to worry about ALL OF THE THINGS. Fucking all of them whilst Daddy sips his hot coffee in his office.
When Mummy has a day off of work, she still does all of the above and more, she still has 1001 things to worry about...EVEN on ‘her day off’!!!!!
Daddy has two days off a week, and whilst Mummy is catching up on her work and is extremely busy with clients, Daddy feels as if he is entitled to a day sat in front of his PlayStation.
Daddy spends roughly half of his bastarding days off sat on the toilet, looking at his phone.
Daddy doesn’t worry that the children might be bored..even though he is the ‘fun’ one.
(To be fair he is the fun one, Mummy is too fucking exhausted)
Daddy doesn’t worry about learning spellings, reading school books or tidying the house.
Daddy doesn’t worry about uniforms being ready.
Or packed lunches...
Daddy doesn’t need to worry about the washing of clothes...or the putting away of them.
Daddy doesn’t worry about washing the pots.
Or fucking anything for that matter.
Unless he is asked, Daddy doesn’t just crack on with any of the things.
Because it is Daddy’s day twatting off.
When Mummy mentions to Daddy that she ‘doesn’t have enough time in a day.’ Daddy the massive bastarding Cockwomble replies “Thats just life. Isn’t it!”
Daddy doesn’t have a sodding clue.
And that is why...
On a Sunday evening...
Whilst witnessing the carnage around her, Mummy drinks lots and fucking lots of grape juice.
Because she bloody deserves it...before the school run tomorrow.
The end. 🤣🤣🤣
#passthewine
Leaving the casual haha faux alcoholism aside, the post attracted quite a few comments saying ‘what the fuck, that is normal or acceptable, that’s terrible parenting, why would you live with someone like this, this really normalises terrible relationships’. It attracted even more comments along the lines of ‘haha I know right, my mum always said it takes years to train a man up, been with my fella 10yr and still trying to teach him to pick his dirty clothes up, I’m sure he’ll get it one day haha’ or just general lighthearted commiseration about what shit dads and partners their partners are.
I thought maybe the number of comments saying what an awful post it was might have sunk in a little, until she commented a while later with this:
‘Heyyyy everyone! This page is called laugh with mummy, I have a rant. I take the piss out of myself, my children and my partner.
I share things that often aren’t shared on social media...probably because of the shit people get when they are honest nowadays. 🙄
Perfectly perfect parents...people....this is not the right place for you guys I’m afraid. We admit that shit is sometimes hard and we have a bloody good laugh about it to get through it here.
This post never once mentioned that anyone was a bad parent, or suggested anyone needed a divorce for goodness sakes, can you even divorce someone for not washing the pots?
🤣🤣 It was simply a rant that LOTS of people will relate to now and again.
Try and have a sense of humour in life, bloody Nora it helps you through the difficult patches! 🥰’
Your basic, passive aggressive, defensive, ‘you just can’t take a joke’ coping mechanism, suggesting it was all one big laugh and that she hadn’t actually called him a bad parent after spending sentences and sentences talking about what a terrible parent he is.
AIBU to think that some women genuinely make life harder for themselves by pretending that this behaviour from men is acceptable/normal? It’s so alien to me. I’m in far from a perfect marriage but my god, I would rather be single than with a man who wasn’t parenting and taking care of the home to the same extent as I do. Half of me feels sorry for her and others like her, half of me is resentful that she’s putting so much effort into trying to portray what she describes as some hilarious jovial ‘aren’t men useless haha’ punchline when actually it’s pretty clear she’s struggling massively and not happy with the status quo. I feel like it’s okay to feel that way, but putting it out there to lots of followers as if it’s a normal no big deal thing sets gender equality back aeons. Genuinely shocked me how many people didn’t see anything remotely problematic about it.
AIBU?
I’m off to sleep in a moment so will reply tomorrow if I get any responses. Just trying to understand this mentality.