"Mummy" is a Dirty Word
Sometimes I want out.
Out of the long-ass days
These days that I am supposed to be "cherishing every moment of"
Out of the drudgery that is elevated as the noble Motherhood
Which is really just a lot of unpaid, undervalued
I want out
Just like all of us do
When confronted with banality
And routine boredom
While exhausted and underappreciated.
Where "mummy" is a dirty word
Because it usually just precedes more work.
Not what you want,
But what you have to.
There are not enough platitudes
For all the tantrums and the fears
And the no sleep
The no sleep
Sleep - the only thing I crave
Whatever that means