Judgey McJudgersons’.

Today I experienced a Woman vs Woman moment. You know those heart warming occasions when you can feel yourself being judged by the species that should have your back better than anyone. Another woman. So very possibly, another Mother. And very likely menstrual once a month.
Possibly always based on this woman’s face.

It’s Day 2 of the flowing red river of hate.
(For those who’ve only recently climbed aboard the Mothership, this is how I refer to the 3-6 days a month I spend while my insides rip themselves apart & escape through my portal of womanhood & I daydream about how much easier my life would be if I’d been born with a dick.) Continue reading

Mid-Motherhood-Crisis.

I think I might be having a mid-Motherhood crisis.¬†Unbeknownst to me, it looks like I’ve started the Cert IIIII of Parenting after only just scraping through Cert IIII.
Who runs this shit? I called my local training centre, they laughed & hung up.

Am I the only one out there that thought once we said sayonara to nappies & no sleep that our lives as Mothers would be significantly easier?

I totes did. Fuckwitery at its finest.

Turns out, babies are just the warm up.  Continue reading