My Fifty Shades of Grey – minus 25
Don’t you just love, love, love it when you’re having the hardest day ever and then some brave soul offers you the misinformed, entirely useless advice – “You’ll survive – you’re not the only working mother in the world” or my absolute favourite – “You’re kids are just like everyone elses’ – you just complain more!”.
After hearing those 2 comments more than I can bear, I’ve decided to try to curb my public mental breakdowns and limit my outbursts to the confines of my house (instead of the school car-park in the morning just before drop-off).
The truth is being a working mom is causing me to go grey prematurely (not there yet but soon I’m sure!) So confessing some of my deep dark, or grey-causing thoughts helps me get by.
But of course, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t let off steam and confess that I, like lots of mothers, am feeling completely over-worked, under-appreciated and exploited (even though I have just returned from the most fabulous vacation to Fiji).
I thought by confessing some of my secret coping mechanisms I could garner some validation for what I do – so please let me know that I’m not alone in my Secret Confessions of an over-worked ‘primary-carer’ (thanks hubbsy darling for that blanket definition that you use as my alias too many times a week). And please, please don’t judge me. If you’re not with me you’re the cause of my fifty shades of grey hairs to come!
So here are my 50 shades of grey, minus 25 – my Secret Confessions of an over-worked ‘primary-carer’
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Sometimes I drop the kids off at school before I’ve had a shower or brushed my teeth
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I often fantasize about spending the entire day in bed
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I sometimes fantasize about dropping the kids at school in my gown and slippers, or in their gowns and slippers
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I secretly wish I was super rich
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I am ready to have another baby, in theory
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I am so not ready to look after another baby as well as my other 2 kids and to accommodate a new baby logistically and financially
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There have been times when I don’t wash my hair for 6 days straight
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I fear Brazilian waxes more than childbirth
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I fake-smile in public to keep up appearances
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I sometimes fantasize about making a run for it when the kids are going crazy at bed time
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I sometimes prefer to stuff my face with chocolate in the pantry than sit with my kids while they’re eating dinner
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I havent mopped the floor in a week, and counting
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I have, on several occasions, eaten the childrens’ leftover lunch from school out of hunger and frustration
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I sometimes sleep in one of the kids’ rooms just to get some peace and quiet
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I dread the damage my kids’ wil unleash in my car when I pick them up from school most days
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I love to sing really loud in public to put myself in a good mood
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I eat 4 chocolates every time I grocery shop
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I drink Coke and eat a slab of chocolate for breakfast every day of my life
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I havent eaten fruit and/or vegetables for a very, very long time
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I only cook from scratch twice a week
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I haven’t had a pedicure since my wedding 8 years ago
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I sometimes drive around the block before I pick up my kids from school just to get some free time
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I sometimes respect one child more than the other based on behaviour
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I cry out of frustration every so often (my mother always told me “It’s good to have a good cry every once in a while”)
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I dream about one day being a famous writer, or a luxury hotel critic, or taking any job that requires loads of travel to EuropeSo there!
Posted on July 27, 2012, in Real Parenting and tagged chocolate, Dene, Family, Fiji, Grocery store, Home, Parenting, Shopping. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.



This was a fun read <3 I hope getting it all out there made you feel better. It's nice to know I'm not the only one cries out in frustration at times!
Thanks for the comment. Glad you feel the same and enjoyed reading my innermost thoughts! Crying is great except if you’ve got thick eyeliner!
Love it Lauren! Hilarious – and I definitely agree with most of them!!!!