Not saying it’s good but the First Born has gotta give me some credit surely…..dedicated to him, obvs…..
Wanna be a good Mum, not a bad Mum, fuck it, I’m real Mum
Embrace the crazy, my kids are lazy;
Passed out from exhaustion, red wine in the mornin’,
Sleep deprived, must have nine lives;
Another jazzy leggings day, never hit the hay;
Just a cleanin’ and gleanin’, livin’ like I’m dreamin’;
All about the easy peasy, feelin’ kinda breazy, lasagna like my attitude, both be all too cheesy;
Always in the wrong, keep going like I’m strong;
Never in the right, be up half the night;
Drivin’ up the wall, or on the school run haul;
I’m shouty and I’m doubty, kids are full on pouty;
The defeated, incompleted, live it and repeat-it;
I’m a Mum, I’ve grown a bum and a tum;
I come in peace, wear a fleese, mental stability decrease;
I’m a Mum, calm or a drunk, live on junk, in a funk or maybe a flunk?
Oh…what’s the blinkin’ difference, Mum!
Dressed in black, it’s a knack, provider of a thousand snacks.
Mum;
Feeling crazy, here’s a daisy, today I wish to just be lazy;
Good Mum, Bad Mum, just happy to be your Mum.
