To want to be an ITV/BBC drama kind of Mum?

[SaveTheChiddlers]

You know the kind!

Well educated, big beautiful house, looks expensively put together but in a very effortless kind of way. Usually returns home from work to their very good looking husband making an elaborate dinner in their fabulous kitchen. With a tea towel over his shoulder or apron on. Loads of cool art and furniture in the house. At some point will probably host some sort of bbq/garden party in their enormous garden where everyone will be holding enormous glasses of wine and touching none of the fabulous food.

I'd quite like to be one of these, do they even exist in real life?! Obviously without my husbands affair being exposed at said bbq or any actual drama...

And they always have copious and various amounts of bottles of wine just in the fridge.
The breakfast table is always laid out.

Dr Foster is one of those houses that I always set any thriller, London based book I'm reading for some reason it's always in that house!

The gothy misunderstood daughter is always good at drawing too. Lots of angsty work and goes missing at some stage in a convoluted plot that becomes harder to keep up with and ends up in a big chase of some kind by which time you realize it’s six hours of your life you’ll never get back and why did any of this happen in the first place ?

And a glamorous mother/ grandmother who pops in to share a bottle of wine on her way to her 2nd home in the south of France (who definitely doesn’t call randomly to fix her iPad as she’s developing dementia and keeps forgetting how to use it)

They quite often have a helpful mum at home to provide adhoc childcare when their amazing job gets too demanding

Yes. Dr Foster. For a GP she was never at work.

Yeah right
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I flipping hate people. All the socialising and attending things with people they don’t even appear to like. Yuck. I finished work at 4.30 and changed into compression shorts and a t shirt, walked around the garden and looked at my amazing lavender. My husband made dinner and then arranged my children to attend their Friday evening activity. I’ve eaten a bag of crisps and some chocolate and read some smut.

think I prefer my little chronically ill, socially isolated, knackered life.

i do have and do create art though.

I’ve met them at the school. Been invited to “mum drinks” next week, and it’s the most terrified I’ve been of looking like a hot mess…

House in Keeping Faith with the windy stairs and the garden and twinkling lights, And her shoes, I want all her shoes, and the Yellow raincoat for when I do dog walking. I’ve got her hair but mines not tousled beach waves, more stuck my fingers in a socket…

The most bottles of wine I’ve ever had in the house at any one time is four, and that was because Tesco randomly delivered three bottles of rose Prosecco along with my usual grocery delivery. I ensured my place in Mumsnet hell by failing to highlight the mistake and necking the evidence.

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Quite right too.

But but …. What’s that? A letter has arrived in the door, no, it’s an envelope … with pictures …

This was my dream growing up, I wanted to always be nicely dressed, in a nice home that I owned, living in an area nice enough for an after dinner stroll ... Etc... I've managed to reach near enough the dream that I'm about to embark on being the nosy neighbour crime detector extraordinaire.

I will always be the Sheridan Smith mother, on a council estate shouting about injustice. I know my place 😅

What are compression shorts

Quick shove them in a drawer when your husband appears at your shoulder! Say 'Oh its nothing just junk!'. He will be too busy rushing off to his important meeting about property development to think it odd anyway.

Then down another large glass of Chardonnay

OP, you do know that to have that house,husband, cool friend groups, you will have to drink at least a bottle of wine a night, discover your DH has a serious gambling problem, drugs you and is sleeping with your best friend and have one of your DC go missing, while contending with evil messages being sent to you at work.

Personally happy to have a tatty house, few friends, a healthy liver and no drama.

I want all of that plus a job where I am exceptionally competent/ballsy (lawyer, surgeon, political advisor type) and appear to never have eleventy billion emails and Teams messages stacked up having left work to have my affair/solve the disappearance of my best friend etc etc

The pictures shoved into the drawer have to be about something that could be sorted out in about two and a half minutes if only people would just talk to each other and not pretend that nothing is the matter.

Same.

The closest I come to it is probably being like the mum in Biff, Chip and Kipper with the snazzy jumpers and earrings.

(Books though, not tv show where she seems to have had a bit of a glow up).

rather than the jumper, jeans and shit hair, I’d love to come home from work after a hard day at glamorous job, waft into my kitchen, kick my high heels off, and pour a wine from my fancy big American style fridge.

Kicking off my crocs and glugging down a diet Fanta from my under counter fridge just doesn’t have the same effect.

Oh god, when she saw all her couple friends and work friends photos on that phone socialising with her husband and Villanelle!!! 😭