somthing along thoose lines
Sat one night and just grabbed the laptop and wrote...wanted to write a funny kind of relatable parent blog maybe ... but here it is.... its called somthing along thoose lines..
Something along those lines.
Dearest reader or something along though fantastical lines of the binge-watching mum with the expectations of letting the day float away with the promise of Netflix and chill without the over stimulation of touch or even a verbal word, it has come to the attention of every hard working, burnt out mother that feeling of being alone in this is just a general feeling and not an actual sense of reality.
In this blog/rant you will find a everyday mother who too likes a Netflix binge whilst pretending that the world isn't at a total collapse in her brain.
To formally introduce myself you can call me panic-attack 67....which is apparently according to my children.. is every child's national symbol of recurring phrase in quotations it would formally say welcome '66667777777'
I know I know your probably sat there saying this woman is completely of her rocker...what on earth is this blog/rant about other than Netflix remarks and a comment refiring to every parents worst 66777 nightmare.
WELL DEAREST REARDER....
This is a safe note...a quick moment to share the madness that is motherhood.....and yes we all know inside our dear hearts we are blessed but when the nights are long,
and the days are a struggle for survival just to simply go to Tesco, It is the silence of a book or the sweet watch of lady whistle down that takes the edge but doesn't actually take away the after feeling of the struggle of parenting knowing all to well we must face yet another day and another challenge.
Something along the lines of its okay to not be okay, but its not okay to fall of the throne of motherhood or being a wife because for centuries women have carried the torch across the finishing line well BARBRA what if today I don't want to run...what if all I can do today is make sure those children are clean and fed ? what if I give my all and have nothing left other than to sit there watching cheesy backstory's of love and hope because today I feel burnt like I did a triathlon in Sahara heat? WHAT THEN?
Am I simply expected to be healed or go through my journey of recuperation in 3 hours of heart throb television which again then leaves wants and unachievable hope in the air specially when it come to the single reality of dating that heartthrob 39 is actually someone called carl from Burnley that actually doesn't want love just a couch to sleep on...OR is it a marriage to someone who you truly do love and desire. But can't figure out where exactly the fairy liquid goes in order to clean the piece of pottery he seems to eat off?
But we as mothers must always carry that touch most times quietly to ensure that every school mum we bump into at said tescos believes we well and truly have our shit together in parenting love,housework,career,dog walking and any other additional add on's we choose to put ourselves and our non extinguishing torch though.
In my personal opinion I believe that every women is simply doing there best and if the dreaded question comes into question for the best example I can give 'aaah rough day is it' the answer should just simply be SOMTHING ALONG THOOSE LINES.
We are not all destined to be the SUPER MOM...who has the daily fridge restock video or a how to on amazon basics that cost half your weekly pay … some of us burnt out, triathlon mums are just parenting like something along those lines..
short blog dont know if to actually post and create more....but what a better place than to ask then a site made for us mothers
do i create more blogs?