"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

Domestic work.

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.

More doing.

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

Besides escape

Being free

Whatever that means

Now.