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If your friends are anything like mine, you open your Facebook newsfeed to be greeted with images of London pubs, Croatian beaches, Fijian swim-up bars and Balinese bikinis.

The closest I’m likely to get to an exotic destination in the next ten years is my local noodle bar!

To ease my envy, I comfort myself knowing that beer in London pubs is served warm, Croatian beaches are likely infested with blue bottles, people can pee on you while drinking cocktails at a swim up bar and I look like a chicken rolled roast in a bikini.

In saying that, were someone to offer me an overseas trip, I would be all over it like a fat kid with a cupcake!

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Long time, no blog.

It’s been a tough few weeks. The flu from hell swept over the house, the toddler went feral, I discovered I know nothing about parenting and had an existential crisis for good measure. Good times people. Good times.


I’m a thinker. It’s a challenging way of being when getting down and dirty in the trenches of motherhood. Motherhood is a great love story, but it is also the crucible on which our identity and sense of purpose as women is reshaped.

As mothers we are presented with a series of archetypes with which we are challenged to conform, the good mother, the loving mother, the nurturing mother, the working mother. But there is a mismatch between expectation and experience, between what we ought to feel and what we actually feel, how we ought to be managing and how we actually manage and I find the divide, deeply unsettling.

As women today we are told we can have it all, be all. It is a lie.

We are primed to achieve, professionally, socially, financially and spiritually. We are told we have choice, something we should be grateful for as it is something our mothers and our mothers, mother lived without. But choice, poorly construed offers an impoverished vision of life, one that cannot be assimilated, let alone enjoyed.

As women we are led to believe we have the luxury of combining motherhood with the rest of life. In reality, combining is the expectation, juggling is the reality, a reality complicated by out-dated expectations of motherhood and deeply embedded assumptions about how things ought to be.

I believe society has deeply confused ideas about motherhood, we are caught between what was and what we expect things can or should be. Guilt, resentment and anxiety have become the soundtrack of our lives.

Why are we not discussing this? Why are we not challenging the notion of having it all, of being all? We swap ideas on how to cope, how to better organise our lives to achieve these ends, but we would be better off asking what the hell we’re doing and why? In effect, our ‘failures’, our frustration and confusion are not a sign of individual incompetence, it is a sign of unworkable social structures and contradictory cultural demands.

I think it’s time we break this shit down and forge something new, something workable, something satisfying, because this is too hard.