Not saying it’s good but the First Born has gotta give me some credit surely…..dedicated to him, obvs…..

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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.