Keep Smiling
by Jacky, mother of two boys, ages 5 and 3
I’d love to be a yummy mummy who has casual grace and poise
Serene and pristine as I tend to our young boys
I try to do the right thing: breastfeed, puree my own veggies
Make faces out of pizzas, pirate ships from ‘tato wedges
I strive to make my kids talk right, always say their please and thank you,
Calmly put them on the ‘naughty step’, never think ‘if I could spank you…’
I want to stay at home but have a witty repertoire
And always have a recently vacuumed look about my car
My family would think I’m great as we live our life together
And our house would only ever smell of lavender and heather
I’ve just done the weekly shop with baby sick on my left boob
And now I’m being pummelled by a loo roll inner tube
I’m sterilising bottles and opening jars of baby food
And my attempt at making veggies fun is really rather rude
My toddler’s chanting swear words with an uncommon amount of clarity
Whilst a floating poo in the bath is the source of much hilarity
I’m tired
I’m sore
I want to scream ‘No More!’
Fair play to you yummy mummies, I don’t know how you do it
Just please, won’t you tell me? What is the secret to it?
