This is my writing workshop post and I really struggled, yet again, to think what to write. Some of my ideas would have been too deep for the limited time I have available so I was left with this one. Against my better judgement I have decided to go with it. After all, I did make a comment on a post of Josie's that I am always candid on here, afront or please, so here I go...
First of all I must apologise for what I am about to say. It is not my intention to insult anyone - it's not aimed specifically at you. I also feel that I must explain that I am a fully paid up grumpy old woman of the highest order (see last weeks rant here), and hope that this will help me to be excused for all the offence I am about to cause...
I have often felt that mummy blogging is not something I should do, is not a community I truly belong to. I am generally not sentimental or in touch with my emotions you see, and this includes my feelings on motherhood. Yes, I love my son, very much. But that's it. I did one post about it just in case anyone was thinking I was a completely cold hearted bitch here but now I've done it, it's 'as you were'.
I get mightily fed up with hearing other mothers droning on about how wonderful their little ones are, how blessed we are to have them, how despite everything...the sleep deprivation, the endless, monotonous days, the loss of self...they are so worth it. How cute they are, how clever they are, how cheeky they are, and on, and on, and on... And don't even get me started on the sanctimonious crowing about what fabulous mothers we all are. How we all spend hours playing with the little darlings, and baking, and crafting and generally being all round good earth mothers, oh and 'you should have seen their little faces'. Then starts all the reciprocating of perfect mummy stories, and mutual congratulations of jobs well done, and what prefect children we have. Round and round we go in our perfect fluffy little world of motherhood and domestic bliss.
Just because I happen to have a child doesn't mean I will cease to exist in any sense other than being a mother. My blog is for me, not him. I try to cast off my mother status at any time other than when I am actually having to do some hands on mothering, and blogging is generally not one of those times.
I think I will stick around as a mummy blogger. In the real world I would have to endure coffee mornings and play dates and not be able to escape. At least here, when it all gets too much I can just log off...and play with my son.
This post was written for Sleep is for the weak's Wednesday Writing Workshop, prompt number 5, 'Have a good rant. Go on! You know you want to...'