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Do One Wonder Woman
My day started with the realisation that Ace’s whole school uniform and PE Kit were still in the washing machine wet from the wash last night.
It had been my intention to hang it all out last night before going to bed (we don’t have a tumble dryer) but due to being so overworked (and yes underpaid) I fell asleep at 8pm and missed the end of the cycle.
While I’m sat here naively imagining the clothes being dry in half an hour on the radiators, I’m feeling defeated and fed up.
I’m fed up with responsibility I’m fed up with having
I’m fed up with the conflict of loving my kids with every part of my being, but feeling resentful that my life is not (and never will be) my own, because they will always come before me.
I’m fed up with having to decide which piece of rubbish can be recycled and which will sit rotting in landfill for a zillion years, don’t get me started on the guilt I feel about plastic
I’m fed up with the inequality between
I’m fed up feeling guilty for living a comfortable life knowing others are struggling
I’m fed up watching politicians fucking about with their playground games which inevitably affects us all
I’m fed up with feeling like I’m getting it all wrong even though I’m trying my very best
I’m fed up with feeling sad for my boys when I’m constantly bombarded with memes of ‘The Future is Female’ what message does it give them?
I’m fed up that my daughter is growing up in a heavily filtered, selfie obsessed,
I’m fed up not knowing how to make it all good for everyone who’s finding life tough
I’m fed up with my fridge full of rotting healthy food while I stuff my face with a family bag of M&Ms
I’m fed up with alcohol being the enemy, I miss my old friend
I’m fed up with race wars and lack of diverse representation
I’m fed up being the only person in the house to notice when a bin is overflowing (seriously, this situation has been going on for a
I’m fed up with colouring my hair every 2 weeks to stave off the persistent greys (see the photo)
And I’m fed up with being fed up!
There’s nothing anyone can say to make me feel better when I get like this, there is no quick fix. If I suppress it and put up resistance it just silently ticks away and then comes back harder and faster.
The best thing for me to do right now is to acknowledge it, allow it and then when I feel stronger, fuck it off.
I am giving myself permission to feel like shit while the storm is here, to
Instead, I give myself permission to be human
Contrary to popular belief, I may be a woman, but I am NOT nor do I strive to be Wonder Woman, I simply don’t have the capabilities to do it all, even if we as women are led to believe we could or we should.
You see, Wonder Woman was a fictional character, she’s
In fact the constant eagerness to compare ourselves to an imaginary superhero, just loads on another bloody thing to achieve in an already over loaded, high pressure position that being a woman already brings.
I have no desire to be Wonder Woman, l just wanna make it through this thing called life with minimum drama, to feel the highs and the lows and to find some peace with just being me.