Day Off

Can I not be a mum today?
I fear it’s not my calling.
The hours are crap for starters
And the job description’s boring.

I’d rather be an astronaut.
At least it’s quiet up there.
My wobbly bits would suit no-grav,
Suspended in the air.

Or I could try out espionage.
I’d be great at fearless guile:
“Yes sweetheart this is REALLY fun!”
I’d lie through sugared smile.

I could train wild animals,
Poo wouldn’t make me queasy.
I’ve braved a toddler cutting canines
So a lion would be easy.

I hear Human Research pays well,
Volunteering’s all the rage.
And you get to lie down everyday
In an aesthetic haze.

Even prison inmate
Seems more attractive by the hour.
At least I’d get my meals served
And time to take a shower.

Can I not be a mum today?
One day, that’s all I ask!
I promise then I won’t resent
My normal humdrum tasks.

One day of something different
To be adventurous, inspiring.
After all, I’m over qualified:
Is anybody hiring?!

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http://www.mummo.co.uk Jo

Hi Josie, love this post, please can I include it in this year’s edition of ‘mummomag’, an online magazine entirely by mums for mums? You can see last year’s edition at http://www.mummomag.co.uk. It’d be great if I could use this, it’s just so funny and pertinent … especially on Mothers’ Day, which is the day that the magazine will be released. Hope you say ‘yes’! Thanks – Jo

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