THE DAY ‘PERFECT MUM’ LOST IT
I am the person I am today due to an episode I like to call my “Nervy Turn”.
Yes, I was one of THOSE mums.
Those mums who strive to be perfect.
Smiley, shiny mums who carried homemade treats in Tupperware containers and always had wet wipes in their bag. The type of mum who pulled notes out of school bags each day and sat down at her desk to action each piece of paper.
The type of mum who would look at a mundane task she was completing and ponder: “How can this be done better?”
I pulled all of the towels out of my linen cupboard once because someone on Oprah showed me how to fold towels the way they do them in the shops so they stack nicely and look neat.
I used to fold t-shirts using a board like they do in clothing stores, so they stacked nicely and looked neat.
Yeah. I was that mum.
And nobody gave a shit.
No one in my family gave a shit that is. They could not care less how the towels were stacked or how their t-shirts looked in the drawer. No one cared whether the cake they were hoovering was homemade or store bought. They had other things to worry about. Like how late they got to stay up.
I continued on this merry path to Crazyville until one day my body stopped. And my mind blanked.
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