The diary of an exhausted Mum‘ – this is basically my life! Is this book written about me? haha.įrom the very first pages, I related to this book so much. Even from the title, I knew I was going to love it, I mean come on, ‘ Why Mummy Drinks.
I have had a hardback copy of Why Mummy Drinks for such a long time, and just never got to it, but I am so glad that I FINALLY did, because this book was exactly what I needed in my life. Instead, she clutches a large glass of wine, muttering FML over and over, and then remembers the gem of an idea she’s had… But Mummy does not want to go quietly into that good night of women with sensible haircuts who ‘live for their children’, boasting about Boy Child and Girl Child’s achievements. She is staring down the barrel at a future of people asking if she wants to come to their yoga class, and book clubs, where everyone is wearing statement scarves and they are all ‘tiddly’ after a glass of Pinot Grigio. Written from the point of view of an exhausted mummy at the end of the day, it’s honest, it’s funny, and it’s a little bit sweary. Peter and Jane like starting fires, trying to kill each other and driving Mummy to drink. Until she remembers the gem of an idea she's had.Buy It Here (affiliate links): Amazon UK, Waterstones, Book Depositoryīoy Child Peter, Girl Child Jane and Daddy have exciting adventures with Mummy. Instead, she clutches a large glass of wine, muttering 'FML' over and over again. She is staring down the barrel of a future of people asking if she wants to come to their advanced yoga classes, and polite book clubs where everyone claims to be tiddly after a glass of Pinot Grigio and says things like 'Oooh gosh, are you having another glass?' But Mummy does not want to go quietly into that good night of women with sensible haircuts who 'live for their children' and stand in the playground trying to trump each other with their offspring's extracurricular activities and achievements, and boasting about their latest holidays. Unfortunately I have not yet actually managed to buy the bento boxes for their lunches or book jiu jitsu lessons, and I will have to learn to like green tea, as it is foul, and I have not yet mastered French plaits, but I am quietly confident that these are mere details in my grand master plan.
And I most certainly will not slump on the sofa at the end of the day, glugging wine and muttering 'FML' repeatedly. Yes, this year is definitely going to be much better - I am absolutely not going to shout at the children, let them stuff their faces with crisps or goggle away on the iPad. I am going to 100% nail being a school mummy this year. Tuesday 8th September First day back at school.
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