I have just read this horrendous article in full. I’m sharing it purely because this poison has to be seen to be believed.
The Daily Mail has sensationally transporting us back today, to a time when women didn’t have a vote, or a place in the workforce, or even a voice in society. Women stayed at home, cooked, cleaned and brought up the kids- and were grateful. No doubt these women had a few choice words to say about their lot- behind closed doors of course.
Fast forward to a time when women have it all going on. Not only have we retained our reproductive organs as the centuries have careered past, but we now have educations. Educations that are just as good as the boys. We have jobs which are just as pressured as the boys. And we have ambition, you guessed it, just as much as the boys.
Throw in parenting to this highly pressurised mix and it’s often mission impossible.
Until the rise of the raw and honest voices of Sarah from The Unmumsy Mum and Katie Kirby from Hurrah for Gin have begun to break through, the realities of parenting in today’s society was for whispered conversations between best ‘mummy friends’, and certainly not for discussion on a public stage.
How dare a mother not relish changing stinking nappy after stinking nappy, on a child that refuses to just lay like Resus Annie.
More to the point, imagine admiting that.
Surely this shouldn’t be a shock? It’s a no brainier isn’t it? Aspects of parenting are plain sh*t. Literally.
So why for the love of God is the Daily Mail brandishing these Brave Mumas as ARROGANT for their brutal honesty?
Labelling them ‘Arrogant’ is spreading hate. Plain and simple. Causing a devide (just read the articles comments- although you’ll need a strong stomach!) amongst women, all doing what is widely accepted as The Hardest Job In The World.
Counting down until Gin o’clock, or in my case Sav Blanc o’clock does not a neglectful mother make you. Looking after my girls has often left me feeling totally useless and unable to cope, as they seemingly run rings around me. And just like in the days before kids, after a hard day at the office I would often count down to wine o’clock.
I struggle to see the difference.
Actually I have been known to just count down to the time when I can pee on my own, and not have to put together a kinder toy mid wipe.
I’m sure Mother Earth types exist, but for every one of them there are handfuls more of us.
I clearly remember the first time I discovered a post written by Sarah- Unmumsy mum. I sat gobsmacked as I read that she took her boys to a restaurant and it ended just like our own trips to restaurants at the time of having a 1 and 3 year old: utter carnage.
The feeling of solidarity I have from the responses to my own blog posts documenting the funnies and struggles that come with this job have lifted me from frequent despair! The community of support that bloggers are creating should be hailed at the very least as inspirational and quite possibly is changing the tide of thought for the modern day Muma.
Most of us are exhausted.
Many of us juggle going out to work, and coming home to more work.
We are just beginning to normalise not being ok. And that is in part thanks to brave, honest and often , hilarious Blog-Mumas spreading the word.
Anna May Mangan of the Daily Mail, you have a lot to answer for, stamping all over the sisterhood and dragging mindsets back decades.
Shame on you.