We’re in it together, or so you would think. So why then do other Mum’s push you over the brink? We’re all sleep deprived and worn out, especially she, so why make it worse, just let it be.
We all have a role and it’s not always fun, but we get on with it anyway until that shit it done. Then we think that they get you, truly got your back, but one does something so stupid it warrants a slap.
They judge you and look and try to make it worse, why don’t they see that it’s a fucking curse. Mum Solidarity, it’s real, not that you’d see, that woman is exhausted, she’s just like me.
Where’s the sympathy, the understanding, the compassion, the hope? When there’s that feeling that we just can’t cope. It’s a job that’s thrust upon us, not expected, but over time, we rise to the challenge and get on with the grime.
But there is always one, she likes to make it bad, can’t she see it’s OK to feel a bit sad. Mum Solidarity is here, we wave it around, it’s the rule of mother’s, for which we are bound.
Mum Solidarity, it’s there, but sometimes pushed to the side, these kids you see, they don’t come with a guide. We get it wrong, we fail but we’ll make it OK, then we cry to ourselves at the end of the day.
Mum Solidarity should shine through, and if we had a clue, we’d be here for each other, for me and for you. Dad’s are amazing but they just don’t see, sometimes it’s hard to be someone who’s not me.
What is she wearing, what’s she done to her hair, she’s put on weight, her skin is gray and bare. Don’t look in her eyes, just do the sideways glance, not that she’ll notice, she’s stuck in a trance.
Let’s judge her decisions and pretend if it was us, we wouldn’t fuck up so fucking much. We’d obviously get it right, be perfect and shine, what was she thinking, I’m glad they’re not mine.
But we’re in it the same, playing this game, Mum work is hard and drowns us in shame. But it’s not right, it’s not fair to say, that you could do any better on any other day.
We all fight the battle, it’s never easy you see, but to think that you’re here, for you and for me. We should all stick together, we’re on the same team, it’s OK to tell me if you just need to scream.
I won’t let it beat you, you deserve my support, we should chat over wine and analyse this Mum sport. We should prop each other up, I’ll not let you fall, we’re all the same in this after all.
Mum Solidarity, I’ve got your back, it’s great when it works, now lets fill in the crack and enjoy the perks.