A Poem for the Not-So-Perfect Mummy…

Sometimes it’s ok not to be ok,
To not be perfect after you’ve been up all night.
Sometimes you’ve just got to say F@*K. IT. ALL.
Because it’s alright to not be alright.

Sometimes you are gonna lose it,
And call your newborn baby a knob.
It doesn’t mean you’re not an awesome mummy,
It makes you a member of the ‘We’re-Not-F@*king-Perfect-Mums-Club’.

Just because your house isn’t spotless,
Doesn’t mean you don’t crave a raisin-free home.
But while your living room is a Fisher Price graveyard,
You’re bloody entitled to a bit of a moan.

Some days you’ll stay in pyjamas,
(And the next day) (and shit, the next day after that)
Some days you’ll just need a good weep on your own,
Because that bastard shop window made you look fat.

Not having your shit together every morning,
Or dropping the odd F-bomb and drinking wine.
Does not make you a totally crap mummy,
It makes you totally NORMAL and is f@*king FINE.

Somehow you’ll make it to tomorrow,
Just brush the Weetabix and that sticky stuff into your hair.
Stick on ITV-Be… get the biscuits, make some tea…
And just don’t f@*king care.

So sometimes it’s ok to see through it,
All the perfect-mummy-bollocks on your Facebook feed.
Because you know what, being not-so-bloody-perfect,
Makes you more than f@*king perfect to me.



  1. pottymouthedmummy May 6, 2015
  2. Sophie Webster May 6, 2015
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    • Wally Mummy May 6, 2015
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  4. Natalie May 6, 2015
  5. Emma Kershaw May 7, 2015
    • Wally Mummy May 7, 2015
  6. suzanne3childrenandit May 8, 2015
  7. Emily Harvey May 9, 2015
  8. Melanie Hughes May 15, 2015
  9. Claire July 28, 2015
  10. Bam July 28, 2015
    • Wally Mummy July 28, 2015

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